Dud looked around at the small assembly gathered in the gutted skeletal remains of the supermarket, a massive, unhinged smile stretching across his face. The pure physical force, the bottomless wealth, and the tactical influence he now held right in the palm of his hand was a monumental upgrade from the Rejected Corps of the Chalkline Boys he had been a miserable part of in his past life.
Those boys had been nothing but throwaway soldiers, but this? This was an elite strike team. In a strange, twisted way, Dud felt like he should be sending a thank-you note to Max for driving him to this point and allowing such a perfect storm of lethal individuals to coalesce right under his banner.
