At that exact, high-tension moment, Julian Sterling heard the thunderous, indignant roar of Kian Foster erupting from directly behind him: "Hey, Vince Sutton! What on earth do you think you are doing? Have you completely lost your mind?"
Vince Sutton did not even bother to acknowledge the verbal assault. He merely spared Kian Foster a fleeting, sideways glance, his eyes narrowing into thin, venomous slits. The look was saturated with a blatant, unabashed contempt, as if Vince Sutton were gazing upon a piece of discarded filth from the absolute lowest rungs of society, something too stained and insignificant to warrant a proper response: "Where did this annoying fly come from? It keeps buzzing around, making such a grating, deafening noise." Vince Sutton remarked to the air, his voice dripping with icy disdain.
