Chapter 137: Going Up In The World
Judging by Wolf’s comment, he clearly recognized the Rejected Corps, and not from hearsay or reputation. He knew them because of Dud. Just one look at the guy was all it took. It wasn’t the car, it wasn’t the way they were dressed, at least Max didn’t think that was the case, but because of one look at the man in front of them.
Max remembered the days when people would look at him and instantly remember who he was as well, but now was not the time for reminiscing.
Max found himself wondering why that hadn’t occurred to him sooner. Why hadn’t he asked Wolf about them? They were both street gang veterans. There was always a chance their paths had crossed, or at least brushed close.
Then again, Max reminded himself, they came from different cities. That was the main reason he hadn’t brought it up. He figured, since he hadn’t heard of the Rejected Corps before, it was safe to assume Wolf hadn’t either.
Wrong assumption.
They were approaching a crosswalk, waiting as a string of cars passed in front of them, the delay giving them a brief moment alone before they caught up to the others.
"Wait," Max said, cutting through the hum of engines. "You know them? As in, you’ve seen them before?"
Wolf didn’t hesitate. "Not all of them. You don’t need to stress about that. They won’t recognize me."
Max narrowed his eyes. "So how do you know who they are?"
Wolf nodded toward Dud across the street. "I know that guy. Dud. He’s the reason I know anything at all about the Rejected Corps."
He paused for a second, like he was weighing how much to say. Then he added, "He doesn’t know me. We’ve never met. But he stirred up a lot of trouble in the gang scene back in the day. More than you’d think. There were crews out for his head. He was a target for a while."