When Lieutenant Kempas took charge of the Helsinki undercover unit, it seemed to be by genetic design. Curious to the core, he took interest in every crumb of intelligence, and he never forgot even the smallest detail. He was diligent, a good judge of character, cunning and brave. Furthermore, he had plenty of impudence with a pinch of well-hidden humanism. Tall and thin, he stood so ramrod straight that he always seemed to be falling backward. His hair was the color of a dirt road, and was combed straight back from his broad, furrowed brow. The tops of his cheeks were deeply scarred by acne, which had struck at a time when good skin and healthy teeth were just a lot of fuss from city folks. In his case, the nearest pharmacy had been too far away. There was something vaguely Native American about his appearance. He often stood with his arms crossed over his chest, surly, like the last surviving Apache, his land lost to the white man.
What do You think about Raid And The Blackest Sheep?
