"Okay, I see now," Wolf said, lacing his hands behind his head like this was just another walk in the park. He was kind of liking his school uniform look as well, and wondered how the others would react if they saw him in his current get up. "That's pretty wild… but I'm guessing you've got your reasons."
He glanced over at Max.
"So the plan is: we're joining another street crew. The same ones running those little wannabes we roughed up earlier. And now they're asking you to join them, but they said to bring someone along. Since you couldn't trust anyone else, you picked me. Sound about right?"
"Not quite," Max replied.
"I trust my people. But they're not built for this kind of job, not yet. They don't know the gang world, not the way you do. They don't know what to do when things go sideways. You do. Plus out of the other options I had you had the most baby face look about you."
