Clifford wiped the whiteboard clean with his rag. He couldn't blame the new guy for wondering how a walking crash test dummy like him was still alive and harvesting livers at this point. He wrote on the whiteboard some more and then turned it around.

[i]Hard body.[/i]

Clifford was a simple man with simple views. It didn't matter much to him what other folks wanted. But what was a skinny guy like this doing on Lunie's payroll? This wasn't some cheap meat grocer with a couple of butchers. This was a full-fledged operation with live, sentient victims.

Clifford directed the new guy over to the storage closet. Figured he'd show him some of the ropes. After setting the cart under a meat repository, he turned back to him and wrote another message on his whiteboard.

[i]Clifford Briley. You?[/i]