Friday February 19, 2016 Riverside, Freedom City The Black Box   "Can't believe I let you drag me along to this thing," Sam grumbled. "I should be getting overtime for this."   It wasn't as though Sam had never gone out to a nightclub for a night of alcohol and bad music before. She'd been a teenager. She'd snuck out to party with her quote-unquote friends at least...hell, more times than she could clearly remember. The alcohol probably had sometime to do with