Marcus Bishop was no match for Garrett Graves. Some of his soldiers wanted to step in, but none dared move forward. There was nothing they could do. The man Bishop was facing held the rank of major general, one full grade above his own.
"Division Commander Bishop," Ignatius Montgomery said, hands tucked casually in his pockets, cigarette smoke curling lazily from his lips as he watched the beating with cold amusement, "a stray dog has you this rattled? What, is this man bulletproof and ten feet tall?" He let out a low, contemptuous laugh. "So what's it going to be? Work for me, or let Graves beat you into a permanent disability?"
Bishop spat a mouthful of b****y saliva onto the ground and let out a rough chuckle. "Montgomery, don't think you've got me cornered. Sure, you outrank me by a
