Cassidy was in her room preparing for midterm exams when she received the next wave of text messages.

“The Mensch is Down, please respond.”

Cassidy opened her drawer where she kept her important papers. The envelope labeled “Mensch” was opened. Her heart skipped a beat when she pulled out the folder that contained Nigel’s picture. She flipped the picture and texted back the code on the back of the picture. As she waited for a response, she could hardly believe that Nigel was the Mensch. That title was reserved for the intern of the decade.

Her phone chimed again.

“Awaken the sleepers.”

Cassidy looked for another sealed envelope; she pulled out the one labeled “Sleepers.” That folder contained the contact sheets of several more pictures, including her brother Milo and Mr. Robinson. She texted the codes to awaken the operatives for the next phase of the operation.

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Cassidy didn’t know this, but awakening the sleepers set in motion a series of events, all designed to help a fellow intern.

Mr. Robinson walked into the precinct of the Milford Police Department.

“Hello, Commander,” Mr. Robinson said as he passed his desk.

“Hi, James. I didn't know you were working tonight!”

“Yup, coming in late due to a mess at the high school.”

After a few minutes of preparation, Mr. Robinson did some reconnaissance down the hall where the holding rooms were. The information he received was that Nigel was held in the last room on the left, close to where the hall ended. Mr. Robinson waited until the coast was clear, then quickly opened Nigel’s holding room door. Nigel’s head was buried in his hands. As Nigel’s head came up, Mr. Robinson slapped a small piece of paper into his hand.

“Hey, you’re not supposed to be in there,” a uniformed officer said, poking her head into the room.

“Sorry, I was just cleaning. Thought these were empty.”

After Mr. Robinson left, the officer shut the door and locked it.

A small paper folded several times over was in the palm of Nigel’s hand. He carefully opened it.

“Hang in there, Kid. Help is coming. Say nothing. The FBI has nothing on you. Eat this paper immediately after reading.”

Nigel did as instructed, but was baffled as to why Mr. Robinson gave it to him.