'What the fuck is going on?'
Max, sighting Kieran and the familiar girl embraced in a not-so-modest hug, thought to himself.
Besides these two, Max spotted three boys and two girls, their eyes affixed on him like he was some sort of alien that invaded their perfect world.
The SS Elite room was supposed to be a classroom. But what Max saw resembled a leisure suite with seven youths lazing about without a care in the world.
'Am I in the wrong place?' Max thought briefly to himself. He couldn't be wrong.
The silence extended as they all began to check him out.
Max reciprocated the gesture and came to realize he had once exchanged glances with everyone here except for the dude without a shirt.
Supposedly this was a classroom—no, suite. Meant for Combat-major SS Elites. It took a simple calculation to guess who the guy was.
'So that's John?'
Meanwhile, unlike Max's calm assessment, the Elites were beyond shocked by his presence.
'It's him.'
'What's he doing here?'
