It felt more like an assessment than a meeting. I was surprised to see Summers leaning against the wall beside the glass cabinet, her sinewy arms crossed in front of her chest. As usual, she was dressed in all black: black muscle shirt, tight leather pants, and combat boots with steel toe caps. She gave me a curt nod. Her ash-blond hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail. It looked as if a brush hadn’t come near her for days. Sometimes I wondered if Summers deliberately dressed like a man so that people would show her more respect. Or maybe she just hated makeup and other girly things. I supposed she was involved in the mission because of Holly. After all, it was her evaluation that had convinced Major that Holly was ready for the field. Major stood in front of his floor-to-ceiling window, his back turned to the man in the chair across from his desk. The door fell shut behind my back with an audible thud. I winced. Major turned, his face lined with a deep frown.
