Scars of Loyalty

The meeting room in his townhouse was empty now save for Viper and Kline. All his men had left. Cassian was at the desk, downing another tumbler of scotch. He knew his capacity for drinking was like his ability to have sex; nearly insatiable.

Viper stretched his thin arms over his head and yawned wearily.

His lank golden hair hung in a limp ponytail although his hair had begun to recede frightenin