"Crap… That must be Tchaikovsky," Caylan grunted.
"Tchaikovsky?" Jiang Fei repeated the name.
"Another V.I.P, much like Caylan himself," Bacca shrunk and whispered to him.
Not noticing Bacca's explanation, Caylan continued rambling about Tchaikovsky.
"That rat bastard is always on my tail, always trying to one-up me! He must have tracked me down to compete with me!" He sounded pissed. Tchaikovsky's father, as Caylan would so "delightfully" say, was the son of another high ranking officer under Commander Alexis. Since young, the two had always chased each other's shadows, trying to compete with one another in order to please their fathers and Commander Alexis. The two had crossed swords and exchanged blows, but none was the clear winner.
