I sat in my room and read a magazine about Vampires and sipped my beer.

"REVY!" I heard Rock shout, and footsteps pounded toward my room, stop at the steel door, which was wrenched open.

In seconds my gun was pointed at him. "What happened to privacy dip-shit?" I growl, stomping over to him.

"Sorry. Look Revy we've got a situation. I only just found out. Come on!" he exclaims, grabbing my hand and yanking me to the brig, where we held prisoners that had affiliation with our jobs.

"Rock I swear if you don't let go of me right now you will be dead faster than the speed of the torpedo launcher."...