“For goodness sake, Weston, you can't do this…unless…well, it's your choice. If you succeed in getting an answer to my questions, I'll make you second in command to me but if you end up failing, let's not cross paths.”Weston nods and goes out. He took a packet of gum from his pocket and chewed it. Liam must really think he can't succeed in finding those answers for him to have promised him a position as his second in command.Weston blows the gum in his mouth. He summons the damn crazy resilient spirit that took control of him ten years ago that made him flee from home at fifteen.He can do this. He will do it. Whatever it takes for his father to acknowledge him as a damn precious child. He can't wait to see the fallen look on his father's face when he finally tells him, ‘hey, dad, I took down all the damn bad guys. You're okay now? Now, piss off.’ Just thinking about it sends adrenaline coursing through his body.“Are you okay?” Lorette's anxious voice tears the smile off Weston's

He looks relieved. He nods. “You're right. Friends are the ones who can deal best with each other.” He gives Weston another hard look filled with satisfaction before walking off with the other guys. Friends? Santiago? What the heck are they talking about? Is there another Santiago in the campus? Weston tries to make sense of what they are saying but it just doesn't sound all that meaningful. They must have said that to pacify themselves and make it less hurting that the boy they were supposed to be picking on just slapped their commander. The thought elicits a chuckle from Weston. The boy…Weston glances at the boy. The boy isn't shaking now but he still looks scared. “You're cool?” Weston asks. “Those guys, they won't hurt you, right? They won't do something bad to you, right?” The boy asks, fear in his eyes. Damn. Who sent a boy this young to college? Weston is tempted to ask the boy of his age but he doesn't. That might sound a bit rude of him, instead, he shrugs. “I'm not sca

The girl raises her head, her face is red from a few scratches and perhaps from embarrassment. “Weston?” She mutters. “It's really you!” Weston mutters. “Hey, man, I get she's your chick but you gotta give honour to whom honour is due,” one of the guys says. Weston glances at them. “Who are you guys?” “Last night…or is it this morning? Whatever. You saw our Commander…remember?” The grinning guy asks. “Geez. Does he have no shame? He told you guys about it?” Weston shakes his head. “If I were him, I wouldn't want anyone to hear about it even by mistake.” The grinning guy grabs Weston by the collar. “You have a death wish?” “Imma show you who have a death wish if you don't take your hand off my shirt,” Weston says. He looks the guy straight in the eyes. “Guys, deal with that bitch,” the grinning guy says. “Let's show him a bit of what we are. Se

Weston looks around. The students taking videos of them are no longer doing that. The hall is suddenly quiet. Everyone seems to be minding their business. Under the table, Weston notices a huge guy's uncontrollable knee jerks.Weston turns around. He sees a rather handsome guy with headphones. He is dressed in expensive stuff. He stares at the guy Weston is holding. The guy with headphones smiles. He walks closer to the guy Weston is holding. He pats the guy, smiles again before walking out of the cafeteria.As soon as the guy leaves, the guy Weston is holding falls on the ground. A frightening noise arises in the hall.“When was the last time Coben came here?” Weston hears someone ask. “Both of them are in trouble,” another person says.Just as Weston is trying to understand what is going on, a guy in black cap walks over to him and literally drags him out of the cafeteria.It is not until they get to the back of a le

“Um…nothing out of the ordinary. We just recruit people and we teach them stuff…” he brings out some papers from his briefcase and shoves it across the table. “There are about ten communities doing similar things to what we want to do in that document. You can go through them. I got every information you need to know about them already.” Weston picks the document. He flips through it. He can't identity any of the names in the document. “They're just ten here.”Thinking that Weston already agrees to them plan, the man glances at his son. They both smile.“For now, we have ten communities there. Most of them are making millions daily by just getting new members and collecting money from them in cunny ways,” the man explains.Weston nods. The man and his son smile at each other again.“The founder of most of the communities are just a few years older than you. You won't even need a job after college if you start now. I mean, what