A stranger sat on the stool in front of the island beside the superintendent. A big white guy wearing green camo fatigues with SUTTER emblazoned across the patch over the left side of his chest, a US MILITIA patch over his right, an AK-47 slung over one shoulder. He looked to be about six-foot-three and two hundred and fifty pounds, a brute of a man, all bulging thighs and arms. He had a barrel chest, a thick neck, a bald shiny head, and pale blue eyes sunken into his fleshy face.
