It hadn't taken much for Aron to convince Wolf to go along with the plan.
Part of it was because Wolf had already made up his mind, he wanted to help Max. Not just because of the generous payments Max had offered in the past, but because he respected the guy. He saw something in Max. Someone worth following. Someone trying to change things.
And besides, the Rejected Corps were getting more and more restless. With Max injured and completely out of commission, he wouldn't be answering any calls anytime soon.
If nothing else, Wolf figured his presence might be enough to calm things down, for now.
So he made the trip.
After catching a train down to Notting Hill, Wolf waited at the usual spot. He wore his school uniform, even though classes had long since ended for the day. It wasn't for practicality, it was for image. He and Max had worked hard to build a certain persona, and showing up looking the part mattered more than anyone would admit.
