“Private! Start!” I commanded.
“Yes, sir!” Private acknowledged. “Inventory is locked and loaded, the new shipment has been searched and organized in the warehouse.” he announced.
“Good. Greyson, I haven’t seen you in a while! How are things in the lower level? Do you get enough sun, you look pale?” I mocked fully aware of the conditions of the lower levels.
The lower levels consisted of the five lowest floors in one of the establishments owned by the ‘Big Boss’. They were dark, dusty, undermanaged floors with no other use than to hold lesser beings, with more holding cells than a maximum security prison, the lower levels were infamously known as the hell on Earth.
“Everything is going fine, sir. Thank you for the concern.” he replies blankly.
He’s a giant oaf who refuses to react t
