C44 Damn It, He Is Mr. Roger.(1)

Mercer walked down the stairs, ignoring the smiling faces of the waiters as he walked towards the door.

If it wasn't for the fact that he was running out of time, he would've wanted to go out and race.

Only extreme sports could help him vent his emotions.

Now that he was running out of time, it would be nice to smoke a few cigarettes