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nearby. Her face and shirt were stained red, her nose bent gruesomely.
    “Can’t get blood on his chairs,” she mumbled, stumbling sideways with her hands cupped under her face. She reached the bathroom just off the office and closed the door behind her. The boy heard her retching.
    For several moments he didn’t move. Just faced the door of the bathroom, breathing labored, body shaking. He closed his eyes. Water ran behind the door and the sounds of muffled sobs leaked into the office space. His breathing slowed.
    Exhaling, he opened his eyes. His upper lip twitched. He turned to the computer and sat down in the chair, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
    Richard was too big. He knew that. He couldn’t punch him the way Richard had hit his mother, not unless he wanted a worse beating. He couldn’t hurt him that way. But if he didn’t do something, he would hate himself forever. He knew that. He couldn't just let him get away with it. His mind raced.
    His stepfather didn’t like anyone to use his things. His stepfather’s computer was important . The things on the computer were serious work . Maybe it was true, maybe he didn’t know how to code like a grown up yet. He wasn’t sure. No one would teach him at school and his programs didn’t always work like he wanted. He knew he needed to learn more.
    But he could delete files. He knew how to do that.
    He could delete ALL his stepfather’s files.
    He opened a terminal window and began typing.

BEFORE:
    THE ANONYMOUS EVENT COMMISSION

    DEPOSITION IN THE MATTER OF:
    UNITED STATES ARMED FORCES SPECIAL TRIBUNAL, Plaintiff,
    versus
    JOHN SAVAS, Defendant
    Case No. M120039E-007X

    DEPOSITION OF:
    Rebecca Ruth Cohen
    called for examination by Counsel for the Defendant, pursuant to Notice of Deposition, at the Independent Council Offices, located at
    [REDACTED] Washington, D.C.,
    when were present on behalf of the
    respective parties: [REDACTED]
    C BD : Will you please identify yourself for the record?
    MS. COHEN: Rebecca Cohen, FBI special agent, Intel 1.

    C BD : You understand that your testimony here is on the record, and your words might later be used to charge and try you as an enemy combatant of the United States?
    MS. COHEN: I want to petition for a civilian lawyer and habeas corpus.

    [ R EDACTED ]: Your requests have already been noted and processed. Until such a time as they are ruled upon, please focus on the inquiry at hand. Do you understand the law as it applies to you?
    MS. COHEN: I was told that this is a deposition. Isn't it a bit unusual to have [REDACTED] with my counsel? Cross-examination?
    [REDACTED]: Please answer the question. Do you understand the law as it applies to you?
    MS. COHEN: Oh, I understand, all right. This is a damned inquisition.

    C BD : To the matter at hand, Ms. Cohen.
    MS. COHEN: Do I have a choice?

    C BD : There is some discrepancy about when and how the Washington FBI divisions were informed of your suspicions concerning Senator Heidi Moss.
    MS. COHEN: Clarification. By "your" you mean Agent Savas and myself?
    CBD: That is correct. Can you shed light on this?

    [ R EDACTED ]: Enough! Damn the protocol issues. Agent Cohen, it seems pretty clear that Intel 1 kept this information to itself for some time. Now, when you and Savas returned from D.C., what were his actions at Intel 1?
    MS. COHEN: We didn't have any time to do much. All hell was starting to break loose. The virus was already eating through the world financial system, and the first big break on that, hell, the discovery of it, was made in Singapore.

    C BD : You knew this then?
    MS. COHEN: No. But that's the timeline.
    CBD: Let's stick with what you knew at the time and how the defendant behaved.
    MS. COHEN: How did he behave? We were both exhausted from racing around trying to piece together what the hell was happening with the car bombing, when bam! A VIP kidnapping spree and a fucking boat-bomb!

    C BD : Wait, one thing at a-
    MS. COHEN: We were hardly