After visiting Dipter in juvie, Max's view of the situation had sharpened.
So after dealing with school politics... now it's a street gang, he thought as the car pulled away from the facility. I've never even heard of the Rejected Corps before. But then again, I spent most of my time focused on the syndicates and organized groups. We never really bothered with street gangs we didn't use ourselves.
From Dipter's tone, his hesitation, his fear, Max could tell this gang was different.
We're not ready to take on something like that, he admitted silently. Not yet. Not without growing first. And definitely not without knowing what they're capable of.
Back in the car, Max leaned back in his seat as Aron drove. But instead of heading toward Max's apartment, they were going somewhere else.
"Did you find out what you needed?" Aron asked, keeping his eyes on the road. "Or was it more difficult than expected?"
