Wolf, Max, Na, and Dud had all returned to the Rejected Corps' hangar base.
After pulling up in one of the blacked-out sedans, they were told to wait outside while preparations were made inside. That left Wolf and Max standing just outside the wide industrial entrance, surrounded by a sprawl of activity, cargo being loaded, men moving supplies, and vehicles lined up like a private army.
It gave them a rare moment of quiet. Alone, side by side, just observing it all.
"Wow," Wolf muttered, his voice carrying a hint of admiration as he took it in. "The number of members they've got… it's way more than I expected. And the base? It's massive. Flashy, too. I'm starting to wonder if that double fee you offered me is still enough."
Max shot him a side-eye glare. "Don't even think about it. You didn't even break a sweat out there. And you know jobs like this don't come around every week."
