"Mmhmm." That answer meant something - 'Special Forces'. In something of a pissing match with Rangers and Navy Seals, a pissing match that thankfully, Raylan was far, far removed from.

"And those skill serve you well in your, uh.. 'side jobs'? Cause a lotta the guys I know get out, turn to wetwork or private security. How long it take you to settle into a place like Hardison's? Also, he's got a bar?"

Raylan had met Hardison - the man hadn't struck him as a business owner, to say the least.