"We'd be out of a job, Kaz." Boss lit up his e-cigar and took a deep puff on it. What would you do, Kaz? Play your guitar? "What about you? Fancy a career in music with that guitar of yours?" He shot the blond a sly smile. Seriously, he wondered what they'd both be doing if there was no war in the world.

"We're built for war you and I. The world wouldn't be the same without us." Boss wrapped a strong arm around his comrade and chewed a little on his cigar.