[i]The television showed a local newscast, the anchor people vibrant and jolly with the Christmas spirit. Alpha could barely hear a sigh escape the mercenary, who lowered his head. As the bartender passed him with Alpha's drink, he slid his glass to the edge of the counter for the man to pick up as he returned.[/i] "Another one, please." [i]He said. The mercenary's tone was flat, lacking any emotion whatsoever. The bartender nodded, giving Alpha his drink, and returning to get another shot for Wolfe.[/i]