Morrison turned to the other vor who lay on the floor, gasping for breath. The man posed no further threat. He then looked up at his fellow prisoners who stood there, stunned at what they had just witnessed. “Thank you for your help, comrades,” he offered, as he heard the small crowd begin to murmur.
“What happens now, Moryak?” asked one of his colleagues as he brought over some cloth strips to tend to Morrison’s arm wound.
Morrison smiled and replied, “Now we send a message to these guys. They need to know who the real boss is. You see, a lot of this is all bluster and positioning. Power through intimidation. They aren’t used to being intimidated. Believe me, they won’t like it. Bullies always feel like tough guys when no one fights back. I’ve been fighting jerks like this all my life.
