Wrath
Five years was a long time.
“Weasel! Get us some drinks over here!” Bandit yelled. The man behind the bar, Weasel, brought over four beers and placed them on the table. He had a large patch on his back that read, ‘Prospect’. Jake didn’t want to join the club, but he’d be involved as much as Bandit allowed it.
“How’d you get the name, Wrath?” K-9 asked him.
“Shivved the man that went after Rancid,” Jake said.