When Max stepped out of the car and into the hangar base, something immediately caught him off guard, the sheer number of people.
It wasn't just the ten or so guys from the van.
There were way more.
Outside, some were lifting crates, hauling gear, or sparring in the dirt like it was routine. A couple of them were just goofing off, drifting cars in wide, loud circles, tires screeching against the cracked concrete.
In total, Max counted at least fifty members, maybe more. That was a lot. Sure, it matched the number of delinquents he'd fought back in school, but for a street gang? This was a whole different level.
Compared to a group like the Pit, these guys are stacked, Max thought. Bigger numbers usually mean more power. And this isn't just a gang... this is something else.
The whole vibe... it feels like they're one step away from being classified as a full-blown organized crime group. But if they're still under someone else's command, then whoever's above them must be massive.
