Hex

by Thomas Olde Heuvelt

In 1802, the U.S. Military Academy was established at West Point to help us cover it up. Don’t hold me to it, but it must have been toward the end of the Civil War that The Point was deemed trustworthy enough to be given exclusive authority over Black Spring. Probably on the orders of good old Abe himself. The matter is just too delicate. Later on, when the region got developed and the risk of leaks became higher, we got organized. We went pro. And so, HEX was born.” “What’s HEX?” “That’s us. We’re the ghostbusters. We hide the witch in plain sight.” Burt looked at Grim with visible difficulty. “What does the name stand for?” “Oh, it’s just some old acronym that stuck. No one really knows. It’s what we do that matters. Over there at The Point they let us take care of our own business, but we write up reports to keep them happy, so we have something to fall back on in case we have to close off roads or if we need a favor at the state reserve. How else do you think we could have succeeded in keeping it quiet? You can set up smoke screens all you want, but that takes money—and complete secrecy.