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Women to Register for the Draft, Says Panel
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A bipartisan, national commission is recommending women register for the draft, reports Military Times. A panel charged with evaluating the Selective Service System will…
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Secret Story #36: Hat-Trick
Secret Story #36 6/4/17 "Hat-Trick" "The documents we need are in a safe in the back office. A quick in and out, easy peasy." Robyn's voice rang in Carson's head. Between her and T, this telepathy thing was getting rough. "How are we getting in," Trystyn asked, looking over her map. They were standing outside the south entrance, on the wrong side of tall, electric fence. They thought about having Piper fly over, but gunmen on the roof shut down that idea. "I have an idea." Carson, pulled his hat off of his head. He handed it to Trystyn, who gave him a look of partial disgust. "What am I supposed to do with this?" "You're gonna hold it, I'm going to get inside it, then you're going to throw it over." "That's a stupid plan." Trystyn spun the purple top hat in her hands. She couldn't believe she let him go out wearing this thing. "Do you have a better one?" Trystyn shrugged. "You right." Carson smiled and then kissed Trystyn on the cheek. "Let's go!" Carson touched the inside of the hat with his finger and slowly melted into the shadows. Soon, his entire body was flattened into the confines of the hat, but to Trystyn, it didn't weigh anymore than usual. Trystyn looked up at the fence one more time with a sigh, before winding back and throwing the hat like a frisbee high into the air. It spun quickly, flying up and over the fence, before lightly gliding down and across the yard towards the building. Trystyn watched through the fence as Carson began to materialize out of the hat, his feet hitting the ground and rest of his from soon following. He eventually formed fully, and rolled into crouch, holding his hat. Trystyn nodded approvingly. "That works."
(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k4YVF1Zn1Dg)
