Ah Kaitlyn. Nice to meet you. You’re very welcome. My name is Sergeant Smith and this here is my colleague, Sergeant Jones.”
The young woman reached out a tentative hand and lightly shook the firm grips of both Sergeants. Her anxiety levels rose as she stared at the multitude of badges that adorned the chests of both men. Smith and Jones stood as tall as they could, chests out and shoulders back as they revelled in their own importance. Like Jackson, they both had short dark hair but they differed greatly in their physiques. While Jackson was toned and well built, both Sergeants were far heavier, carrying some weight that suggested they had advanced from the ranks of heavily trained Privates to Sergeants, more accustomed to administration work behind desks. Although they were heavier, the
