The Scalp Room.IN A BLUR, Nero reached across the table and backhand smacked his trusted contractor across the face. The sound of flesh being whacked reverberated inside of the stone chamber.Kantiio touched his lip, exposing blood on his finger. “Goddamn Alex, what the hell was that for? You losing your mind or something?”“For failing me you lazy fat piece of shit! For allowing this thief to steal the rifle first and finding what was inside of this plug.” He pointed to the concealed shaft in the rifle. “Now you tell me everything that happened and then I’ll decide what to do with you. I want to know about the shots fired outside the room.”Kantiio had to let the entire story out now and hope for the best. He knew firsthand of Nero’s ruthlessness if crossed. “They surprised me,” he said in a shaking voice. “I just popped the thief in the head and scalped him and then was searching his room for other shit that might benefit you when I heard a car door slam. I looked in the parking lot and saw an undercover cop drawing her weapon, and some Army dude coming up with her.
