~Bam!~
The high-tech wooden table shatters under the sheer force of the man's fist.
"Chadwick... Sukala." He grits his teeth. Blood boiling. Veins bulging on his forehead. It doesn't take a Sherlock to know. He's pissed. Really pissed.
"One wrong move and it's over for you, kid." The mocking tone replays in his head. Kid. As much as he hates how easy Chadwick finds it to call him that, he knows it's warranted. He knows he can't refute it. And maybe, that's what pisses him off even more. Even though he and Chadwick look around the same age, Andrew can't deny the simple fact that is that Chadwick is without a doubt, much older than him. A man who looks to be in his early to late fifties, yet has in fact lived for over a hundred years, unlike Andrew, who is, in fact, actually in his fifties.
