Max had been wondering when the street gang would make their next move, where, and how.
Would they wait for the weekend? Show up at the gym again?
He figured they'd gotten a vague description from the students they'd attacked. Maybe even from Dipter himself. But it wouldn't be from Juvie directly, not just anyone could visit someone locked up in there.
Which meant one thing:
The Rejected Corps still didn't know who Max really was.
His real identity was still safe.
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"That's the guy?" Jay said, stepping forward, fire already burning behind his eyes. "He's the one that did that to Joe? And he's just standing there like nothing happened?"
Jay clenched his fists. "We need to teach him a lesson, right now."
Max didn't move at first. He was still processing.
They showed up here… right in front of the school. Middle of the day. Students around. Witnesses everywhere. Either they don't care about the consequences, or… they didn't come to fight.
