A cage fighter. Well. That certainly improved his outlook.
“Right, well. Marines. Cage fighters. The only difference is one of us has a brain, if you ask the Army.” Despite his discharge and years at the hotel, there was a part of Hayes that still thought of himself as a Marine. Maybe it was the tattoo between his shoulders. Or maybe it was just that it had been the only stable part of his life up until the hotel.
Then again, maybe he just liked the sound of Staff Sergeant Hayes.
“I'll tell you what. I'll keep an eye out for him personally. Just to be safe.” Better for Hayes to handle it than to leave it to the rest of his department. They all had experience, but a cage fighter. Better to be safe than sorry.