Disclaimer:
This is a short story for a contest, inspired by ongoing events related to PRISM. This does not represent my views and is purely a fictional piece.
Glenn took the corner-most seat at the diner. He glanced at his watch. 7.53 PM. Seven minutes before time. He smiled at the waitress and ordered coffee. He took some deep breaths and opened his notepad to make sure he was prepared for what was about to follow.
