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Charlie was the one associate hired that Golem didn’t know a lot about. Charlie had taken it on himself to protect the company. He was like a one man mafia who got things done. He did all the dirty work at Window and Golem didn’t even know he was an employee. Charlie had a lot of training while Golem was away in hospital trying to recover unrecovered memories—while Golem talked with psychologists about his past, future, and present. It was at this time that Charlie concentrated on his studies at Annapolis, in a special compound underground. Golem was so far gone that he wasn’t even aware he had been accepted into the academy. But Charlie saw him around the campus. Charlie was an ace cadet who learned to fly in his first year and yearned to set an airplane down on the deck of a ship in the dead of night, in the rain and in the dark. Golem was afraid of flying and opted out, but Charlie kept an eye on him. Golem was someone Charlie thought he could depend on. Of course all of this was shortly after the car accident. Charlie had cut the brake cables in another accident that left Golem’s sister dead and out of the equation. Charlie had actually become aware of Golem long before that accident and even when much younger thought he and Golem would be the best of friends if only Charlie could persuade him of the balance of good and evil and of the permutation in the sand that showed that evil had surpassed good. Charlie loved it. That may have been why he now lived on planet Earth. God may have had a bit more of Charlie than he could take. Earth was supposed to be hell for this guy, but Charlie thought he knew how to make it fun.