"Omus Vol?  That walking trashcan?" There was a high-pitched ring as Errol put a sniper round through the inch-wide gap between Declan's ear and his skull, taking out a Vorcha's eye from 500 meters right as the ugly son of a bitch was leveling its rocket launcher. "Hell with this, I should've stayed in the goddamned bar.  Don't think this is over, Declan!  You OWE me!  I'm not letting you out of my sight til I get [i]paid![/i]"