By Loki Renard
Copyright 2011 Loki Renard.
All Rights Reserved.
Cover Image: Yuri Arcurs, Vitaly Valua, 2011, Bigstockphoto.com
“Blasted upstarts!” A wrinkled old hand clenched into a tight fist and slammed against the table. “They dare threaten me! If I had my way, I'd hunt them down myself.”
Watching his new client shake with barely contained outrage, Henry stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his proud military bearing evident even in the simple civilian clothing of black slacks and blue dress shirt. From the hard line of his jaw to the clean shaved planes of his face everything about him was clean-cut and simple. His eyes, a deep brown you could lose yourself in, were focused steadily on the speaker, an elderly man in his late sixties who sported a plethora of whiskers that would have made Darwin jealous.