Maria tossed the coin up into the air. She glanced down at her phone, the time read 9:42 pm. He was late. She was out here risking everything to meet with him and he was late. She tossed the coin again. 9:43 pm. She could lose her job, her house, hell maybe even her life. And for what? What Ace promised was the truth? Toss. 9:44 pm. She could hear sirens in the distance and the chilling blair of the loyalist police bull horn. Toss. 9:45 pm. Her mother told her as a reporter the truth would burn her. Why hadn't she listened? Toss. 9:46 pm. She knew she should never have trusted the Rebel groups and now she was going to pay for it. As she tossed the coin up into the air a hand snatched out from on top of the shipping container she was leaning against. "So" his voice rang out in the dark autumn night "are you ready to uncover the truth?" A story about the corruption of power and the effect we can have and freedom we posse when we chose to speak our minds and use our voices.