Nash and Lina reached the hangar 47. The place felt half-dead.
The court was empty in the center, a few stray balls rolled slowly against the baseboards.
A couple of staff members passed by. They saw Nash and gave quick nods. Nash returned a short nod and kept walking.
Lina stayed pressed against his side, arm hooked through his, tits brushing his bicep with every step. She looked around, nose wrinkling a little at the smell.
"As funny as a date in a cemetery," she said, voice low but playful. "Where are we going, baby?"
Nash kept his eyes forward.
"Nothing serious. You'll see."
They moved deeper into the hangar. The hallway opened up to the main training area. That's when he saw them.
The boys were sprawled out like crows left without direction. Jinzo sat on a bench near the wall, elbows on knees, staring at the floor. Drex leaned against a counter, arms crossed, Mac sat on the floor with his back to a locker, legs stretched out.
