'Fuck me.'
When they got down from the bus, Max couldn't help but curse inwardly when he spotted the latest generation 0 Sikorsky S-97 Raider chopper sitting silently afar.
He happened to chance an article about it once.
From what he read,
this was the latest, fastest chopper to exist at the moment.
Specifically used by the special unit of armed force for quick impact raids.
Compared to the Super Falcon X jet he flew in yesterday, this held more weight and signified a breakthrough in humanity's invention.
'It is only day 2. I'm amazed by the luxury Elites enjoy.'
While in thought, the carefree sharp voice of the instructor shook him out.
"Our stop for today is Texas. Let's get your new buddy here a licence."
'Licence for what?'
Max thought, suddenly feeling dismayed that Miles wasn't here. Or the youth could have filled him up on all that was happening or going to happen.
After his earlier clash with Kieren, the group acted rather distant.
