Scorpion: Before Waige

Walter

It's another late night and I'm sitting at my computer with another bottle of beer in my hand.

I think back to the Baghdad and how I hadn't seen Cabe since. The government had killed people. I hate people who are killers.

I almost applied to be a homicide detective. How stupid is that?

I just want to sit here and drink.

"Walter?" says Sylvester coming up the stairs.

"What?" I say setting down my Budweiser.

"We've got another one."