It was a humid night in late August when you had been sent on your first big solo mission in a few months. The fact that you were assigned it feels like both a compliment and an insult — that you’re smart enough to be on your own, but too trigger happy, too fragile to work with a partner. With the dark hood over your head, you started to detect footsteps behind you, and, for the first time in your adult life, you did NOT think fast.

“You must be the reinforcement they sent in.”