“So, the shirt?”
“Ah-ah. What was that about Sydney?”
Hendrick pushed his shot glass forward with two fingers. Gregori barked out a laugh and poured out another round. “Not my story to tell,” the soldier said smoothly, taking back the refill.
The titan shook his head. “Unbelievable.” He pointed a scarred finger at the old man. “May I remind you: that’s my alcohol?”
Gulping down the gin, Hendrick leaned back and considered the shock-trooper across the table. Then a corner of his mouth kicked up. “I like my spine where it is, Bogeyman. But, I like keeping my sanity more.”