Chapter 18: Camp

He points out his window to three soldiers who are peeling a mound of potatoes. "And that's just the beginning son." Releasing my collar he continues his welcoming "speech".

"I don't know your names and don't want to know them. The only way I will ever know your names is if someone like Tony Stark over here gives me a reason to" He motions at me.

"Sanders, my last name is Sanders. S as in Scintillating, A as in Authoritative, N as in Notable"

Bosch interrupts

"Did I give you permission to speak?! I did not! Now Mr. Sanders, Mr. S as in sorry, A as in Asinine, N as in Nincompoop, D as in Disorderly, E as in Embarrassment, R as in Redundant, and S as in Selfish. Do you really want to speak up again? Because I can assure you I have a whole batch of potatoes you can peel yourself!"

He looks over my shoulder and motions to a teenaged boy just coming through the door.

"This is Conn." His voice loses its angry time. " He is also a soldier here. He will help you get settled. Dismissed"

Conn looked to be about five foot ten, thin as a rail, muscular, sandy short hair, dark brown eyes, light skin and a pleasant face. He was wearing an army camo, electric blue shirt with a star on the chest. His dark blue khakis looked odd, especially with brown military boots.

"Welcome" he waved a slight hand "I'm Conn Rogers, son of Steve Rogers."