The first mission, as a member of the Rejected Corps.
Just thinking about those words made Max chuckle to himself.
He hadn't exactly taken the traditional route into the gang world. He didn't rise through the ranks like most people. Instead, much like he had done with the White Tigers, he created something from the ground up.
So now, being just a member of a gang instead of the one leading it… well, that was definitely new territory.
At his desk, Max sat tapping his pen against the surface, clicking it in and out over and over again. The sound was soft, but steady enough to get on people's nerves. A few students turned around with irritated looks on their faces, ready to snap, until they saw who was making the noise.
Their expressions froze. They turned back around without a word.
Joe, sitting nearby, couldn't help but let out a quiet laugh.
