Utterly Mad

Greer flexes his hands and steadies his breathing as the elevator heads to the top. Gotta keep up images, y'know? Presenting yourself as either a raging psycho like the Warboss or a cold, calculated murder like yours truly was really the only way to get any recognition around here. Sliding the door open, he strolls out, cool and collected, right up to the Warboss and Earl, his hand slamming down the head of the bandit leader right smack in the center of Earl's counter.

"Done."