Max exited the building and walked along the dorm blocks instead of leaving immediately, his boots moving slowly across the paved path as his eyes scanned the structure with quiet focus; he noted every recessed doorway, every side entrance, the emergency exits tucked between buildings, the blind spots between parked bicycles and trash enclosures, the keypad doors, and the stairwell access points, memorizing them one by one.
Max was certain this mission was not a casual one; it carried the feeling of something urgent, something that could turn ugly without warning, especially after hearing those vicious words from that bastard earlier.
I see… Let's buy myself a new helmet and prepare.
Max exhaled quietly inside his helmet; his mind was already shifting into planning mode. He turned and walked back toward his bike parked near the edge of the dorm sector; the machine waited silently under the dim outdoor lighting.
