“Maybe when we stop at the next station. Make it casual. Ask a few questions.” Annie chewed her lower lip. A physical reminder that for once in her life, she wasn’t sure how to handle something. This wasn’t like her. Then she noticed that Jordan had unbuttoned his shirt cuff and was rolling up his right shirtsleeve. All the way up to his shoulder, exposing his biceps. Jordan twisted his arm around to the right, exposing a spot under his biceps, then he held his arm up so Annie could see. A series of black lines and squiggles. A QR symbol burned into Jordan’s skin. “Every trooper, from grunt to central command, gets one of these. For security, for safety ... for life.” And then it became clear what he meant. She repeated his words: “For life.”
