"You"re just the kind of soldier we could use in an operation like Manned Power, son."
Aldo"s right eye twitched. He"d learned not to go on wincing when a superior called him son during Basic Training. It still rankled him. The word rang like a gong between his ears. There were only two men who had earned the right to call him that.
sonIt was just another factor that soured his notion of joining the military contractor outfit. Manned Power specialized in providing escort and protection for high-risk figures. The notion caused Aldo"s left eye to twitch. He"d spent his entire career in service to everyday people who oftentimes couldn"t fend for themselves. Not those who’d become wealthy putting others" lives in danger.
Still, Aldo pocketed the card before heading out of the conference roo
