Do you copy?” “Who the fuck is this?” “Party, this is HOC. Go ahead.” “Target is in custody.” “Spook? Are those ours?” “What fucking target?” “Channel cue.” “Cue-back.” I jumped channels. “HOC, this is Party. Do you copy?” “Copy, Party. Go ahead.” “Coming home.” “Copy. Code check.” I pinged Levi ...
My students wait quietly, in rank and file, on the stone terraces beneath them. There are around sixty of them. By this point, it has become clear which ones are friends. Which ones are dating. Who thinks he’s smarter than the others. The retirees are the most diligent. For many of them, this cla...