” It was a metallic, monotone voice but it did not come from the two mechanisms, I heard it in my mind.Simultaneously both raised their right arms ...iming at me. The arms began to glow a bright green with a subtle crackling in the air. I put my left arm up as if I had a shield in it as I dug my feet in the ground preparing for the impending blast. I felt my body warm up, as well as I could see my skin begin to glow, then hardened a golden metallic color. I said aloud, ‘shield’ just as both. "Funny, actually, I still hadn't met Mr. Cabot. I didn't even know if hewas real. I just kept hearing about him from Ms. Adamsen or from theonly other photographer my age, Timmy Saul."Nowheresburg," Mr. Hammond said, then laughed, "it's not all thatinaccurate, actually. I spent most of my days simply tending to thefarm, hearing occasionally about how the fertilizer business was going.Those few times my father actually let me visit the plant, I was in aweof the pure industrialization of it.. You couldn’t become a real man – you either were or you weren’t. It was an attitude, a swagger. It was in the mind not the body.A real man takes what he wants. He always gets the best and fuck the rest.A real man thought about himself first, second and third. Everyone else came in a far distant fourth. Real men were the wolves, everyone else were sheep.So, what the fuck was he doing with this whole stupid Confederacy? Why the fuck was he putting himself in their care? He shouldn’t be thinking. "No ... I ... um... ," I began.And then quick as a flash, "Aw, go-orn Ems," Kevin interrupted in what might be the worst Cockney accent I've ever heard, "'e's got-chew fair 'n' square."Oh dear, now what? Do the right thing and disappoint Kevin, exposing him as a prankster – or worse, a liar – to the guy? Or go along and have a fun story to tell later?"You've got a good eye, Sir," I said in my best Hermione Oxford English accent (which actually sounded pretty good to my ear) and giving him a big.