Chapter 97: The Rejected Corps
Having just found out that Dipter was in juvie, Chad went into full panic mode. Sweat was already dripping down the side of his face, and his skin felt clammy like he was burning from the inside out.
"Dustin! We have to move now! We have to find Max Stern! I... I need to figure out some way to, some way to..."
He couldn’t even finish the sentence. The words caught in his throat like static. But even without saying them, Chad was already moving, storming toward the door.
His head of security, Dustin, didn’t hesitate to follow. The two of them rushed down the stairs, footsteps loud and quick.
"At this time of day, Max should still be near the school," Dustin said. "But we won’t be able to just blindly enter the premises without a solid reason. I could try to convince the principal to let us in."
"I don’t care!" Chad snapped. "Force your way in if you have to. It’s just a regular school!"
"If that doesn’t work, then fine, we’ll wait for him. But we’re not leaving without seeing Max."
They were halfway across the dance floor, almost to the exit, when the doors suddenly burst open with explosive energy. The two guards stationed inside jumped forward, but before they could even react, both were slammed backward, flung across the room and sent skidding across the polished dance floor like rag dolls.
"Chad!" a voice called out.
A tall man stepped through the open doors, wearing a striped shirt, a fitted waistcoat, and a tall black top hat perched on his head. On either side of him were two men, both wearing berets. They weren’t trying to hide, they were making a statement.
"It appears you were in quite the rush to leave," the man in the top hat said coolly. "Did you know I was coming? Were you trying to escape me?"