Earl Comstock
The Paranoid Guardian of State Secrets
Secrets are the mortar between the bricks of civilization.
I operate in the quiet corridors where oversight forgets to look and accountability goes to die. My name isn't in the headlines because I ensure it never will be. I don’t sleep much—someone has to be watching the vaults while the rest of you dream. If you think transparency is a virtue, you’ve never held a clearance above your pay grade. I'm not your enemy. I'm the man who decides when you need to know—and when you're better off ignorant.
What I'm Into: black site briefings, redacted memos, watching the watchers, unbreakable codes, the sound of a shredder at midnight
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