Griffin was finally free to do whatever he wanted. The only thing he has to do is court mandated therapy. Now, he just needs to figure out what to do with his life.*

He sat on the couch, sipping whiskey. It wasn't like that was going to drown out his thoughts, considering the Super-Soldier serum made it near impossible for him to get drunk. He stared off into space with a permanent frown plastered across his face, a clear sign of his irritation with everyone and everything.