“Goddamn it!!”
The mayor's office stood empty, save for one furious man.
Mayor Biyas slammed his fist against his desk, cursing under his breath.
He clenched a fine cigar between his teeth and lit it.
As the nicotine spread through his system, the fiery rage inside him cooled—just a little.
"Why the hell did he suddenly show up in Scrap Yard and start wrecking everything?!"
The Saint Amayel.
