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“You’re late,” Minus growled as he stomped toward me.
“You set a new record. You didn’t even let me finish parking before you started chewing my ass this time,” I said, removing my helmet.
“I wouldn’t have to chew your ass if you’d show up when you’re supposed to.”
“I hit a piece of trash on the freeway and had to pull over and deal with it,” I replied, getting off my bike.
“I told you to be on fuckin’ time, Nicky,” Minus snapped.
“Nicky? Oh, a formal request; you must really need me. Well, excuse me your royal highness,” I snapped.
“A united front, remember? That’s what I said I needed today.”
“Sorry I’m not meeting your expectations, bro.”
“I f*****g expect my Sergeant at Arms to be here.” Minus sniffed me. “Sober, when I need him.”
“Your Sergeant? Cutter made me Sergean
