Chapter 146

A scratch indeed. Adam poked at the hole that went through his uniform shirt. At least the dark material and Laura's blurry eyesight meant she didn't grasp what had truly happened.

The bullet didn't miss. It entered his arm, and never exited. It never would. The missile, broken down by the nano bots and absorbed by his body, wouldn't leave behind any evidence. As a matter of fact, his arm bore only a slight pink pucker to show he'd gotten injured at all.

However, he couldn't hide the hole in his long sleeve. Given her observant nature, she'd possibly notice, so he shucked the damning evidence and balled it up. His white undershirt would do for the moment.

Disposing of it though meant he needed to perform more cover-up. In her guest bath, he located a first aid kit under the sink and slapped a large Band-Aid on for appearance's sake.