Justin closed and locked the door behind him. Javier reclined in his chair with his arms crossed. “What the fuck do you want?” sneered Javier.
Justin didn’t answer. He just pulled the axe handle from his belt.
Two minutes later Javier was on the floor covering his head with his hands, swearing and coughing and wheezing.
“What the fuck do you want,” whined Javier.
Justin didn’t answer. He dropped the axe handle and walked out.
He pulled out his phone and dialed. “It’s Galvonsen. Tell Mr. Savod I am on my way,” he said. “No, I don’t have an appointment.”