People like her are always looked downed upon. Try too hard you look like some kind of feminist, too little and they mock you. Maggie didn't have time for that. Yet she finds herself in those situations. This week, she felt depressed... for one whole second. Then proceeded to ask herself why does she continue to try to get through these insufferable people. She deduced that it was because she didn't give up. Because she was right and everyone else was wrong. Maggie Madsen does like a good challenge.

-

"Glen... Glen!"

"Wait what's happening now?"

Maggie sighed, "Do you have it?"

"First let me go off topic and ask how'd you get in here, second... how'd the freak you get in here! You know how grandma is when people sneak in. Especially if-"

"Shhh! First, your window was open. Second, my flash drive, do you have it?"

Glen slouched back the "zone" chair, "Check the first cabinet, now why are you so frantic?"

Maggie grabbed the desired object and looked back exasperated a Glen. "You honestly don't remember?" Her Australian accent more pronounced than usual. The answer she received was a simple shrug. "Alright, I told you I was 'invited' to the Pentagon to analyze what happen in Qatar. Or at least figure out how to prevent another attack. Oddly the message had a feel of disdain to it."

Her childhood friend started spinning in the "zone", and only stopped to get her to leave. "Listen Maggie, you're my friend, so you know I mean no harm when I tell you to leave right? My cousin is coming over to play Just Dance, and there is grandma. But this doesn't mean I appreciate you coming here. Now scram... and there might be some donuts that need to be eaten."

-

Maggie had to say her adventures in the Pentagon were quite strange. Those jerks thought that being schooled by a girl was more embarrassing and important than protecting the nation. John Keller was nice, but to some extent didn't think she couldn't handle the job. She was getting very tired of this. Maggie knew that she was good at hacking to some degree, but if she wanted to tackle her biggest challenge yet, she had to get help: Glen. However, this only drew both in a robotic war.

-

"After everything that happened in Mission City..."

"Look here Ms. Madsen, if you seriously think you have something to contribute to this... new operation we have, I can put in a word to a friend of mine."

"Thank you."

"What about me?" Glen joined the conversation, "What am I going to do now?"

"Mr. Whitmann, I don't know if you remember this, but you're now Ms. Madsen's advisor."

Glen looked like a fish trying to eat bacon, "But what do advisors do?"

"They... advise."

"Haha, nice try Maggie, but you can't fool the dance master."

"So, what do we do until you put out the word?"

_

"Ms. Madsen, welcome to Rand Industries."

Maggie stared dumbfounded at her computer.

"I've waited five weeks just to get a... 'at home', no excuse me, online job? Don't get me wrong though."

The receptionist didn't seem fazed, "Rand Industries is just a face, a mask to hide the truth from the public."

"So we're basically Illuminati?"

"Whatever you tell yourself. Your job: scrub any digital proof of the so-called 'alien robots'."

Maggie stood up to relieve some stress, "I can't believe this... fine when do I start?"

"You just did."

-

Maggie was disappointed at first, but she did find happiness in her new job, and for awhile, managed to keep the secret of alien robots.