He nods, "Thanks Chief... for talking with me first, alot of guys I've known would have ambushed me on the way to buy a beer or something you know? You're a good guy...lets...get this over with then."
Adolph unbuttons his heavy leather jacket, the shoulders studded with spikes in the old biker fashion. It falls to the ground with a thud exposing Adolph's tattooed chest. He puts his hands behind his back and closes his eyes exhaling a whispered prayer "Dark Father, watch over me. Help me to continue doing your holy work."
And he relaxes, no longer resisting.
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