possess.

 

The bartender pointed at the other end of the room. “Office is back there. Knock

on the door first.” Rogers headed that way, gazing around and taking in the

space in one effective sweep. Large dance floor, video game room, raised

platform for a live band, lots of tables and chairs. And enough alcohol stacked

behind the bar to sink an aircraft carrier with all hands on board.

 

Rogers thought back to the time he had been in a bar once. It had not ended

well.

 

It had cost him ten years of his life, in fact.

 

A stupid mistake on his part. But the thing in his head had not let him make a

better choice.

 

He walked down a short hall, reached a door marked Office, and knocked.

 

He heard footsteps and a moment later the door was opened by a man so large that

he filled most of the doorway. He had a shaved head and was dressed in a black

jacket, slacks, and a black turtleneck. He looked down at Rogers. “Yeah?” he

said gruffly. “I’m here about the bouncer job.” The man took a step back and

looked amused.

 

Rogers could now see into the office. It was a large room, twenty feet square