The combat personnel were already filing into the same vast training hall that Max had visited before, back when Na had sparred with their best fighters and flattened them all without breaking a sweat.
This time, though, the place was far more crowded. Dozens of boots echoed against the polished floor as soldiers, guards, and security specialists streamed through the double doors. Unlike last time, none of them were away on outside assignments or stuck in other forms of training. Every active member had been called back.
For the first time, Max found himself looking out across the full strength of the Fortis Group. Over one hundred combat personnel stood before him, a wall of hardened expressions and broad shoulders.
Among them were five individuals wearing insignia on their collars, the five who held the title of Chief. One of them, Nonto, Max already recognized from their rather tense first meeting.
