Flags. In my opinion we place too much value on our flags in America. We had no idea how our government was using them. They were restricting access to the enemies flags but at the same time as the government does, they were buying and selling them amongst themselves, without anyone knowing. To put it simply, They were buying the very the thing that they had denied other countries. Whole events would be nameless without their countries flag. While we were buying the enemies and our own flags. My sister worked for the Rebel Flag Recovery program which reclaimed foreign countries flags. She recounted how she had been assigned to steal flags from President Finkelhoff’s bedroom. She snuck into his bedroom and retrieved the flag that was held in place over his bed. On the way out, she was apprehended by one of the guards.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to replace the flag over the presidents bed. It’s wearing out.”

“Okay but I better see you with another flag to replace this one.”

My sister walked to the front of the door before the guard yelled “hey.”

The van was waiting to escort my sister back to the Flag Emporium where she worked. Stacey, that was my sister’s name, ran across the lawn as fast as she could to the retired veteran with a bullet proof vest and a weapon. She made it back to the flag Emporium.

Her arrival to the cleverly disguised sound proof building was greeted by her supervisor saying “Stacey Welcome. I see you’ve brought the flags.”

“Yes, I managed to reclaim one from communist China as well.”

“Excellent Work Agent Chang. This is the 127th flag that you have reclaimed. You are an invaluable resource to us.”

Stacey smiled and as soon as she stood up straighter an alarm blared.

“It’s president Finklehoff’s guards looking for the flags.” An alarmer ran in shouting. She braced for whatever lied in store along with the rest of the Employees at The Flag Reclamation project. Stacey was always amazed at the sheer number of people who worked in the organization. This had been the 100th raid this week. She was used to prejudice at this point. She had been called “rebel scum, flag junkie and worse things. The guards got rougher every time. She swore President Finkelhoff had told them to throw around the “Flag scavengers”. The guards burst into the Flag Emporium and held their weapons which were bigger than last time and looked 3D printed to their heads. Stacey was thrown in jail. Later that night under the cover of darkness I snuck into the the jail the guards were asleep at their posts, there were no covers for the sleeping guards. I had quietly slipped the key off the main guard. Careful to watch for his snoring.

“Stacey!” I said “I’m here to get you out.

We ran out of the jail and drove off into the night.