Now Max was starting to see the bigger picture, not just what was happening in front of him, but the entire system at play. The deeper structure. The hidden ambitions driving every move.
When gangs worked together, especially street gangs tied to a larger Syndicate or organized group, it was never just about survival. Everyone had their own agenda. Everyone was chasing the top spot. Climbing, always climbing.
He should've realized it back when the Chalkline Boys attacked the restaurant. That wasn't some random hit job. That place didn't even seem like a major hub for the Rejected Corps. It was a distraction. A smaller outpost, not a base.
And yet, the Chalkline Boys had hit it hard, then moved on to target several other spots. That kind of coordination didn't scream street gang. That was strategic. That was war.
