Wex was quickly on his back, his face ringing.
"Fucking asshole!"
Closing his eyes, he headbutted Scott as hard as he could, the hot cigarette falling and brushing his cheek. Pulling himself out from under the larger grunt quickly, he jumped to his feet, two of his Pokeballs in each hand.
I might be weak but I'm not going to be treated like that from some fool with... with only one ball!
"Alex himself was talking about how you did it. The lietenant tells him everything. Trust me, this team learns when someone fucks up. I've been on the wrong end of it more than once. Touch me again ************."
Jesus this guy is huge... If only Boris gave a shit about me.
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There were cheers of encouragement in the back of the line. Typical, another fight. Max ached all over but he wasn't in the mood to let stupid bullshit slow them down, especially since Ridner's visit. He made his way to the back, fingering his balls on his belt.
We don't have time for this shit. I don't have time for this shit.