Every Little NameThe name Charles "Charlie" Adams swept by the optical eye of a lazy card sensor along with the six-year-old photograph of a man who'd just turned thirty. The machine winked after taking a second to work up the energy to function before it slowly slid the door's lock out of place, granting its passerby the privilege of having access to the building. The lucky soul pulled the glassy, fingerprinted door open with a jarring thrust and stepped inside Modern Western Technologies where, "Service Is Something." Admittedly, it wasn't the catchiest slogan, but it was true. That was...something.Charlie slipped his badge back into his pocket as he move