He tried the legal routes, what he could afford, what he couldn’t afford. He took on the path that people in his situation use when no other methods work: street justice.
When everything else failed and he had debt collectors with his sister’s eyes in an envelope showing up from that mob in a shanty town where it was apparent no one had money…” Zephyr heaved a sigh. He knew his life could never compare. “You ask me if I trust him?” Zephyr pounded his fist on the metal locker, the bang startling Orlov. “Heh,” he laughed, pinning Orlov under his gaze. “I don’t deserve it, but I know he’d end the world to protect me,” Zephyr stated. It was no bluff, Zephyr knew Anson. If he was in trouble, Anson would probably take out anyone he deemed a threat. He had been the one to find him at the station the night he arrived. He had been the one put in charge of watching out for him. Anson was loyal to a fault.
He moved around Orlov to look the man over before returning back to the locker. Orlov watched him, nervous. “You actually got him on a lift against all of his overwhelming hatred for those spaces without a sedative. He did that willingly. Don’t take him lightly. You want the best man to train your men, or do you want the most loyal man to protect your ass when you’re gonna probably die? He’ll do that and more, as long as you respect him. As it stands,” Zephyr hefted the knife, showing the blade to Orlov once more, “he likes you. You got off easy. The men learned early on not to harass him like this if they didn’t want to end up in the infirmary for a couple weeks. Usually he wouldn’t even bother with a warning. He’s landed a couple officers in the hospital who tried this with him. They were dismissed on harassment charges. If I were you, I’d wait till tomorrow to apologize to him. If you insist, he’s probably out at the lake feeding turtles,” Zephyr supplied, handing the knife back to Orlov.
“Feeding…?” Orlov watched Zephyr walk out of the locker room, confused and shell shocked. He sank his head into his hands and let the quiet locker room chill his skin. Finally, he looked down at the knife in his hand. He shoved it back into its sheath gingerly. Then he looked up at the closed door of the locker room. He got up quickly and rushed out of it and down the hall.
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