Serum

-Fifty-Five-

“You all are assholes.” I snapped, crossing my arms over my breasts. The sniffer, who I now knew was named Frankie, roared with laughter.

“But your faces. You should have seen the way you looked!” Frankie slapped his thigh, laughing so hard he nearly choked. I shook my head with a disapproving frown.

“You must understand why the interrogation is necessary. It weeds out those who truly mean the community harm, or just wouldn’t be a good fit.” Franki’s companion ol’ barrel-chester, or Opie, I found out his name was, soothed.

Honestly, that name just didn’t match the physical embodiment of the person. Broad, tall, muscled, dark haired, though smaller than Frankie, with sharp features that made him look mean, I had expected something rough sounding.  And when he’d introduced himself, he’d g