I didn’t get to meet the President right away when I got there. A bunch of his minions tended to me like I was royalty. But I could also tell that there was suspicion in their eyes. The first thing they did was suit me up. The armored uniform was a perfect fit. I felt insanely tough in it. It was part mech, part armor, and all badass. I was surprised when a handsome, muscular man came into the little room I was being kept in and said, “My name’s Arthur Johnson. Are you ready for this Jack?” He was in an armored uniform too. Maybe I’m naïve but I expected more fanfare than this. I thought they’d put me up in a snazzy hotel and treat me to a dinner or something. I guess they don’t care as much as I’d been led to believe. I took my breather off and nodded my head. My head was the only part of me still showing. Arthur said, “Lose the mask. It’s disrespectful.
