Chapter 9: The Things the Kree Propaganda Got Right

The files were organized by year.

She found them on the second shelf of the secondary storage cabinet — twelve folders, color-coded with a system she needed thirty seconds to decode, which told her something about the man who had built it. Red for burned infrastructure. Blue for active. Black for casualties. Yellow for recovered. The colors were faded now, the labels reprinted at some point because the originals had worn through, which told her something about how many times these folders had been opened and closed.

She pulled the first year and took it to the table.