Next, Rogers gripped the fist so tightly that one of the man’s knuckles popped

out of joint. “Shit,” cried out Karl. “Let the fuck go, man.” “Please release

him, Paul,” said Myers.

 

Rogers let go and stepped back, putting his hands behind his back and standing

at attention. “Son of a bitch,” said Karl, holding his injured hand. “What are

you, some kinda freak?” Rogers looked at Myers. “How much does the job pay?”

Myers said, “Five hundred a night. Hours are eight to two in the morning. We’re

closed on Mondays. We get a lot of soldiers and they can get rowdy. And none of

them are lightweights. They all know how to fight. That’s why the pay is what it

is. I can’t guarantee that you won’t get injured. That’s what happened to the

last bouncer. You will have to sign off on that disclaimer.” “I haven’t finished

vetting him yet, Ms. Myers,” said Karl, glaring at Rogers.

 

Rogers glanced at him. “I’ll arm wrestle you, if you don’t mind a blown-out

rotator.” “I usually do a little boxing with the new guys,” snapped Karl. “I

wouldn’t advise that,” said Rogers. “It would not be a fair fight.” “You little

prick!” Karl kicked out at Rogers, who sidestepped the thrust, clamped down on

the leg, and effortlessly flipped Karl off his feet. An instant after Karl hit

the floor Rogers straddled him, wrenched his arm behind his back, and put him in

a chokehold that had Karl’s eyes rolling in the back of his head. “Stop, stop!”

cried out Myers.

 

Rogers immediately let go and stepped back. “Do I get the job?” he said calmly.