SixMajor Kenley J. Kingston stood with a strong posture and an even stronger presence. Confidence radiated from this man. He took my palm into his, squeezed it tightly, and gave it a slow. determining shake.
“Nice, strong handshake Jackson. Looks like your doctor wasn't exaggerating about your unexpectedly fast adaptation to the serum. That is good news.”
I folded my arms across my chest in the same manner I had several times in the marketplace. I really missed standing side by side with my father in this exact same position, anytime a trade was to be sized up and carried out. I assumed the familiar stance and sized up the officer who stood in front of me. His t-shirt was tight, showing off the curves of each muscle protruding from his chest and arms. His face was serious, although I did
