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“A little disorienting isn’t it?” I asked, leaning over Viper.
“What? Where am I?” he asked, blinking back to consciousness.
“Being tranquilized and concussed kinda sucks, doesn’t it?”
Viper looked up at me, seething. It had taken a little longer than I expected for him to come out of his tranquilizer induced daze.
Figures, he’d be a lightweight p***y.
“So is being tied to a chair, I know,” I continued. “But, please notice that you’re tied, and not f*****g zip-tied, because at least I’m a better man than you and your trained gorilla.”
“You’re a dead man is what you are,” he said.
“Nope. You tried that, and as you can see, I’m still alive.”
“Not so pretty now, though, are you?” Viper said, smiling.
“Yeah, but I’ll heal, and your face is stuck like that forever.”
“I’ll gut
