motherf*
Lucian slipped his hands into his pockets, casually pulling out his new phone. He had just bought it yesterday, so there were barely any contacts added. Not that I need them, he thought. The important numbers? Those were etched into his memory, impossible to forget, even on his last day on Earth.
He dialed a number. As the phone rang, he glanced at Parry and the group gathered around him. They said nothing, watching and waiting. Parry's face was full of quiet confidence, and the surrounding students wore the same expectant expressions.
"Hey Parry, you think our 50 people are enough?" one of the lackeys muttered, trying to gauge the situation. "I mean, we can call more, right? Friends of friends, you know."