CHAPTER 10
"Damn, Commander, what the hell is in these f*****g boxes, bricks? This s**t is heavy," Six bitched as he helped Wade carrying in one of the last boxes he had packed up.
Wade grunted as they laid the box in the spare room, ignoring Six's question.
"Commander, where do you want this one?" Flyer asked with a strain in his voice.
"Anywhere is good, Flyer. I really want to thank you guys again for helping me out. I couldn't have moved all this stuff alone," Wade said looking around.
Six walked into the other room and opened the mini-fridge then took out a bottle of beer.
Twisting it open, he took a large swig, then said, "Yeah, well if you ever want to move again, how about we do it on a Saturday at nine in the morning and not three thirty in the f*****g morning. Oh, and make
