Strapped into a brand new uniform with his hair cut and his face shaven, he entered the General’s office feeling somewhat out of place. He had no idea where he was headed next, and all he wanted was to distract himself from the pain of losing Kara.
“Good to see you, Bolt,” the General said from behind her desk. She was looking down at her paperwork as if she were barely aware of him. “I trust you’ve healed well?”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, trying to sound respectful. A door on the other side of the room opened, and Cannon came through to stand by the General. They shared a look that wasn’t quite a smile.
“Ah, Cannon,” the General said. “Excellent timing. I was just about to offer Bolt the position.”
“Position?” Bolt echoed.
“Yes,” the General said, folding her hands under her chin and gla
