The other two squadmates—a stoic Revenant and a chirpy Horizon—didn’t even look at him. Kano just nodded, his jaw tight. He didn’t tell them that he’d been in the IMC’s urban pacification corps for twelve years. He didn’t tell them that his “standard-issue P2020” had been modified with a hair trigger and hand-loaded rounds. He didn’t tell them that the scar running from his ear to his collarbone was from a Phasewalker’s knife, and that the Phasewalker hadn't walked away.
