The movement was fluid, measured, each centimeter calculated with perfect precision.
His right foot positioned itself exactly thirty centimeters ahead of the left, the angle between them forty-five perfect degrees. His weight distributed in a sixty-forty proportion.
His right hand rose, not with haste but with perfect speed, with purpose. Each finger held at the exact spacing required by modern protocol. The thumb separated just enough to create the proper gesture without appearing rigid.
His left hand extended to the side, palm facing backward, fingers together but not rigid, the angle of the arm relative to his body exactly parallel.
His head inclined... Twenty-five exact degrees.
