Unbelievable

*Jake POV*

The special agents quietly follow me around the race track. The white markings of where the president’s guards and the shooters died are still visible on the ground. I can’t help but hurt for such a loss. I remember every face because I was there when the forensic pathologist bagged all of them.

“Are you okay, Sir?” one agent asks. “I mean, Jake,” he quickly corrects himself.

I nod my head. “Call me weak but I revere life. They were fellow humans only performing their duties. Sons, daughters, husbands, wives, sons, daughters, parents, friends. They mattered to someone.”

I am completely aware that they are the best of the military and probably used to their fellow soldiers dying. They would probably find my sentiments about human life pathetic. The beauty of it is that I don’t have to impress any of them, nor am I desperate for their respect.

They all exchange look before one of them mounts up the courage to ask.

“You are not ARF, are you?”

I can’t help but chuckle. The A