Two lines of Recruiters - there were dozens of them - stood back to back down the length of the gym floor, as if preparing for a dance. Each of them faced some kind of cutout figure, but Reynie wasn't sure what they were. At the far end of the lines stood Jackson, S.Q., and a great many other Executives. Jackson was shoting something Reynie couldn't make out. Again as if in a dance, the Recruiters adopted different poses. Some spread their arms as if welcoming an embrace. Others reached out as if to shake hands in greeting. And still others reached out as if to shake hands in a calming gesture that Reynie recognized too well.
All of them were smiling, smiling. Jackson shouted again.
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Trenton Lee Stewart