In a bar somewhere in California.
"What is your opinion?" Max asked, casting Jack an indifferent glance.
Jack returned that indifferent look back at him equally.
A lot has changed since those two months. Max wasn't the same smiling person he was once before, his face was now as pale as a bloodless corpse and his empty empathetic eyes were a new addition just like his new revolutionary thoughts.
The once united organization was now divided which shared the same view of fear, admiration and respect toward their leader. Their similar view toward their goal and leader was what motivated them to pass every difficulty. And the one who was able to do this impossible to possible was none other Max, Jack's childhood friend and the organization's second in command.