Quiet

The moment had arrived (and she could feel it). She was sufficiently rested and in possession of her full faculties, content in her life and harboring no ill will towards anyone in particular. If she was going to do it, it should be now. "If you must bring it, so may it be brought," she whispered, getting everything ready and then turning on the mic. "It's midnight somewhere and it's time for Roll Call," she said into the voice modulator (it was a nice voice; she was pleased with the baritone range) and then began to read the names. She covered the liars, thieves, infidels, and scammers; she laid down first and last with where to find proof if you needed it. There were a lot of names, so she went carefully and, at the end, she announced an Unsung Hero - naming an individual who had gone above and beyond for no reason other than they were good and kind and lived that way. When the podcast went viral, she was not surprised, and she was ready to commit to the project for the long-term (essentially admitting to herself that she'd trained for it her entire life). "It's always the quiet ones," she said to herself, drinking some tea to relax before bed. "They know what it's like to do nothing but watch and wait."