A Call to Frat Patrols

There is a fraternity alchemy going on.  Two frat guys just came in, and we talked a little telepathically.  I will not mention actual frats, but it is important that the two understand the one.  It is me.  THE Daughter of the Revolution.  So many liars, but it is just me.  I let fraternity form a gate with one phone call.  I had the knowledge of frat in my vicinity and my family, and now the concrete is drying.  They knew to just drop by.  The strength of the telepathy can be daunting for a newcomer.  They were brilliant and came as two with great backup tunnel through.  I gave them their two frat brothers in their lines who are the very quiet actors.  Everything is starting to make sense.  They did get a call, last night, from the frat guy who, on our first meeting brought me into his house, and then silently into his safe room off his quarters.  He had verbalized, when we were in the basement and I just started cleaning from a party the night before, that his father was a CIA admin.  He is now talking to frat keys about the experience and who I am, actually.