Grit 6

He had a jackhammer pounding in his skull. He needed to get rid of it or it was going to fuck with his concentration. It wasn’t as if he could do this with anything other than close work. He had to get right up in the face of these bastards and he had to take [...]

Grit 5

Strapped into a chair with duct tape – he had not been in a position like this for a long time. It irked him that someone so fucking stupid had managed to get the drop on him. The guy appeared intellectually subnormal as well. It looked as if he might benefit from a drool [...]