Other than a cordial good morning, neither the driver nor Harold spoke much to each other. The driver’s dark sunglasses and broad shoulders led him to believe the driver was more than simply a courier, but he could not imagine why the board felt he needed such protection. After all, most people moved out of the way of his broad six-foot-five-inch frame.
The company car wound its way through the hills to the entrance of the Parabolic Defense Systems. The large logo hung proudly at the private road’s entrance to the company. Harold beamed with pride. What was it his father had said to him as a child?
“Harold, do you see the angel with her wings sheltering the globe? That’s what we do. We guard God’s creation from those who would harm all free men and women. The sword in her right hand and the missile rising up between the globe and the angel represent the weapons of the past and the present that we use to protect mankind from evil.”
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