Max and the group had finished beating everyone that was inside, but it didn't help; they were still none the wiser in finding Jett. The room felt emptied of resistance yet thick with questions. Footsteps slowed. Breathing steadied. No one here could point to where the man they needed had gone.
The only person who was a little wiser was Darno, now starting to figure out just who Max was. He watched in silence, mind turning over each moment of the day like a series of cards laid face up.
I doubt I've seen his full capabilities either, Darno thought. It's strange, some of his fighting feels a little rough at times, but it works. The way Max moved, the way he made fast choices, the way he closed distance, none of it looked showy. It was simple, direct, and effective.
