Will sneered at Travis, his lip curling in disgust. “You’re a real piece of fucking work, you know that?” he said, not trying to stop Elijah, but not sitting down either. He’d met too many people exactly like Travis, abusing their power. He’d seen it in prison, he’d seen it in the army, he’d seen it everywhere. And they were all the fucking same. “It make you feel big does it, forcing people to do what you say for a couple of tablets?”