There were a couple more incidents at the construction site. Mr. Barris convinced me to hire a guard, and I had to add that to the budget.
A tough, strong guy, Mr. Trent definitely looked ex-Army. He had a slight limp, and an ugly scar I glimpsed on his arm. Considering the possibilities of modern Healing (I was harmed in a large fire and ended up with no visible scars at all), he had to be in a place far enough from modern Healing facilities when he got those injuries.
So, a soldier.
I didn't mind the limp or the scar. It's not like you need that much to patrol a construction site.
"Here," I told him, "are the company-issued defense artifacts. I tried and tested them," against the Major, "and they work. If you want to test them, I'll invite you to my training ground, but trust me, you
