I was an accountant in the USAF Quartermaster Corps until the new regime drafted me. When the rocket factories need steel, I decide which mills must overproduce; which workers are transferred across the world.
My ancestors were Crow Indians: nomadic warriors. Their wartime triumph was counting coup: touching an armed foe with a stick, leaving him alive but humiliated.
I manage small deceptions. Redirected shipments of rice. Disappearing truckloads of blankets. Guards' medicine going to an orphanage. If discovered, I'll be guest star on "Morning Execution". Until then, I honor my ancestors, counting coup on the Enemy of the World.