The 6th Man — A Get Real Moment
They usually worked in two-man or five-man teams, but my handler had a way of changing everything. When he wanted to try a new type of technology he developed The 6th Man technique which was heavily influenced by African and Asian fighting styles. Our first ever official unit utilized this technique, it was unstoppable. I was the 6th man, but I was a little girl.
He had a lot of people convinced that I was a very small Asian woman, he forced me to wear a disguise often. He also told people that I had a pituitary problem that stunted my growth. Sometimes he told people the truth, very rarely did anyone ever question him. THAT is the kind of power and influence he had, everywhere. Even when he was denied something, he always got it in the end. I just may be the only thing he was ever denied, in the end.
We saw everything coming long before it ever happened. We knew precisely how to stick and move to accomplish whatever agenda we had without detection. We leveled buildings alone, as a team we did it in seconds to minutes. We were unparalleled, our tech, our analysts, our team, our expertise, our precision, our jobs. No one ever knew who we were, who our head was, who our chain was, or if we were even real. To most we were a myth, to others we were more machine than human. Many thought we were actual demons or at least possessed by them. But most never knew anything about us other than the jobs we completed, in other words, our reputations. For us, it’s literally life or death. But we were real people then and we are still real people now. Separate or apart. Retired or active. Uniformed or not. Philosophical and political beliefs be damned. The most highly skilled, mission-driven people with one focus, protection of democracy. He abused what should have been the best means of bringing about stability, sustainability, and forward mobility. He did it for deviant purposes and he amassed a private army to surround him in his endeavors. They are now tearing down the very fabric of democracy.
Time changes everyone and everything, this all life everywhere, at all times, always knows. What helps us all adapt to the changes is leaning in and allowing it gracefully. It’s not easy. THIS is not easy. This process of me purging my entire soul publicly, even if no one sees. I am still revealed, forever. It’s not easy. No one has ever seen me, known me, heard my voice. No one other than my handler, but he’s dead and I’m still here. Left behind to clean up the mess they made. I’m going to do it my way, and I’m going to do it as myself. No more masks, no more submission, no more pretending to be okay when I am not, no more sacrificing myself for nothing, no more swallowing abuse because no one will stand up to the bullies. No more! No exceptions. Human rights are not a negotiation.
Hidden figures should be respected, honored, brought into the light. Not relegated to a dark corner of society because their existence may diminish a lie that has done nothing but cause decay. What’s more important, DEMOCRACY or the lie of superiority?
I never thought I would be doing this. No one ever would, but it’s who I am and what I am trained to do. America wants to shoot the messenger with its legal guns while claiming I am the threat, yet I have only truth and a pack of Skittles as a weapon. Typical.
