Max casts me a long look, a pinched expression on his face. He’s a good kid, but I don’t know that he’s ready for life in the MC. Despite having done a tour in Afghanistan, he still seems naïve to me. I don’t know how he managed it, but he came out of it somehow less jaded and cynical than the rest of us. He’s somehow managed to hold onto that humanity and naïveté better than anybody I’ve known.
Still, the scars of war are deep. And although he may still be a little green and raw, the things he’s seen and done, have affected him. He feels as disconnected from the world as the rest of us and sought out the sort of brotherhood that’s led us all to the Pharaohs.
Max goes to the van to unpack one of the weapons as Cosmo looks at me and laughs.
“And you give Poe shit for hazing the prospects,” he says.
