Golden Age, Episode 3, Part 4
People always talk about where they were when they first heard about The Correspondent. She came out of nowhere and tried to make a difference. Some saw her as a beacon of hope, others as a sign of how far down the slope we had come. I never paid attention to all of that. I was too busy. Too busy working to pay my bills, too busy trying to figure out life. I was seventeen when it started. I was The Correspondent. This is my story.
I woke up late the next morning. Apparently if you go a few months without staying out all night you don’t handle it very well. My mom woke me up and I rushed to get ready. She dropped me off at school and I headed to my first period.
Shelby was waiting for me in the hallway.
“Ellie,” he said, excitement clear in his voice, “I found out what the collars are for.”
I had forgotten that I had asked him to look into them. Maybe I would have two leads instead of just one.
“What do you have Shel?” I asked.
“Well,” he said, adjusting his glasses, “I did a reverse image search, which lead me to a forum for a bunch of people who call themselves The Agents of Fate.”
Nodding, I led Shelby towards the back of the school, this was going to be more interesting than my calculus class.
“This forum was amazing. These guys think that they are super villains, using technology to commit crimes,” he pulled his tablet out of his bag as we walked, “I took some screenshots of the forum.”
He handed me his tablet and I started looking at the images as he kept talking.
“The leader of this group is somebody named Fate. No one knows what he looks like, or even if he is a he. He puts plans up online and The Agents of Fate build whatever he needs.”
“Did you find anything about Fate?” I asked.
“Nothing, except that he is doing some small scale tests of the technology before taking it out wide.”
I handed him back his tablet.
“Where did you get the picture of the collar?” he asked.
This is the part of being a hero that I hate. Shelby and I had been friends for years. I hated lying to him. But too many people already knew my secret.
“I saw it at the police station,” I lied, “I thought it looked interesting and figured you could figure out what it was.”
Shelby nodded as I explained. He knew that I did an internship at the police station.
“Can you email me those images so I can show them to the detectives?”
The bell rang, announcing that we were now officially late for first period. Shelby gave me a five and ran off towards his class. I was slower to follow. Why would Fate be using my town as a testing area? What made my town so special?
Mrs. Clifford-Chaplin was waiting for me when I got to class. She was an unpleasant women who liked to torture us with calculus. This made her the perfect math teacher.
“Late again, Miss Seymour?”
It was going to be a fun day.
Dylan Reed has always been interested in a good story. Raised without a TV he spent a lot of time with books and loves reading. Dylan has been a professional entertainer, studied commercial diving, and loves random trivia. He brings all of this and more together in his stories.