The Measured Calculus of a Forgotten Soldier Retaking the High Ground at a Broken Roadside Counter
CHAPTER 1: THE EXTENSION OF APPLIED FORCE The black t-shirt smelled of cheap polyester and unearned adrenaline, and it was currently hovering exactly fourteen inches from Thomas McCall’s left eye. Thomas didn’t look up from his plate. He didn’t adjust his posture in the low-backed vinyl booth, though his lower vertebrae signaled a dull, familiar…