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Dad always told people he was just a security contractor. Pretty vague, right? But that's how things worked in our town. When your neighbor's car showed up with strange dents and scorch marks, you learned not to ask questions. That's just life near the base.

Dad always told people he was just a security contractor. But I noticed how he'd get calls at weird hours, and sometimes he'd disappear for days. When my friends asked, I'd just shrug and say he worked nights. We all understood the unspoken rules.

Dad always told visitors we had a normal suburban life. But normal families don't have weekly security sweeps or get calls at midnight about "special patients." Mom would just smile and say some medical emergencies can't wait for daylight.

Dad always told visitors he worked in "data management." It became our inside joke at dinner. We knew the massive satellite dishes behind his office weren't for managing spreadsheets. But that's how it was growing up - everyone had their cover stories.

Dad always told people he was just a security guard at the base. Simple job, nothing special. But I noticed how he never brought his uniform home, never talked about coworkers. When friends asked, he'd just smile and say "Night shift's pretty quiet."

Dad always told visitors we had a "special" security system at home. No cameras you could see, but somehow mom always knew if someone came by while we were out. "Just standard government protocol," she'd say with that knowing smile of hers.

Dad always told people he was just a security guard. But I noticed how the base commanders would nod at him in town, how he'd get calls at weird hours. Sometimes he'd say, "Just routine stuff," but we both knew better than that.

Dad always told people he was in "waste management" when they asked. It wasn't exactly a lie - that's what his ID badge said. But the way the trucks only moved at night, and how he never talked about his routes... well, we knew better than to ask.