Chapter Seven: Chatte à Chat
Morgan POV
The next few weeks were… interesting. Classes were going well for the most part but Morgan's extra lessons with Greene weren't. They weren't making any appreciable progress. He still couldn't control Berserker Mode, his temper still flared up unpredictably.
There was something that distracted him, though. He still couldn't find anything on Blanc and Goodwitch clearly wasn't going to help him. He did know that she was being held in the prison just outside city limits so he figured it might be a good idea to go to her directly and get his answers that way.
One Saturday morning, at about five, he put on his clothes and armor and gathered his weapons and headed for the door. However, he was stopped by the sound of someone clearing their throat behind him.
"And where the hell are you going at five-oh-two in the morning?" Lilo asked.
Morgan whipped around. "Lilo! What are you doing up?"
The lilac haired duelist rolled his eyes. "I always get up early to read and study. Someone has to make sure you and Donna pass your classes. You didn't answer my question, Morgan. Where are you going?"
Morgan had to think of a quick lie. Something told him Lilo wouldn't approve of his plan. "I need to stock up. I've been running out of blade polish and ammo for a bit now." he said.
The other teen arched an eyebrow. "Really. Interesting. You do realize that breakfast won't even be served in the cafeteria for another two and a half hours, right? What are you going to do for food? Why are you even going so early?"
Morgan rolled his eyes. "Cause I'm doing something after. It's gonna take a while. As for food, I'll just grab something when I get to town. No big deal, really."
The feline Huntsman turned around and walked out the door. He had a feeling Lilo didn't exactly believe his lie. But it didn't matter. He had something to take care of. He turned his Scroll off, though, so his teammates wouldn't distract him. He walked through the halls of Beacon and thought about what he was going to say.
He needed her to trust him. No doubt the police had already tried to question her. No way she'd talk, though. Not to those idiots. He figured he might have a chance of her talking to him if he said he wasn't going to talk to the police about what she'd say, which he had no plans of anyway. He only wanted to find the other Blanc so he could fight her and see how he stacked up. He needed a plan to get through the guards, though.
He decided he'd cross that bridge when he got to it. He figured they probably wouldn't even have Aura, though a few might. He wondered if they'd have anti-Aura countermeasures. His mind ran a mile a minute as he thought up all the different ways to get through them.
When he reached the docks, they were practically empty. He only saw two or three Bullheads in their ports. His ears twitched as he heard movement behind him. He turned his head and saw a female pilot walking towards a Bullhead, coffee in hand and yawning.
He waved to her. "Excuse me! Could you take me into town, please?"
She looked at him incredulously. She checked her Scroll. "Kid, it's barely six in the morning! What the fuck are you even doing up?!"
Morgan rolled his eyes. "I need to be in town and it's gonna take a while. Can you take me in or not?" he demanded.
She groaned. "Functionally?! Yeah, I can. But from six to eight, I pick up food for the school! I don't have time to cart around students! Come back in a couple hours. I have other shit I gotta do, kid." she said, walking off.
Morgan growled. He wasn't going to take this lying down. "Look, I don't care where you drop me off just so long as it's in Vale and it's near the agricultural district. You're picking up food, right? Well, that means agricultural. Way I see it, where I'm going isn't too far out of your flight plan." he said.
The pilot looked at him as if he'd grown a second head. "Why are you so damn determined?! Whatever. I don't know why you want to go to the farming district but fine! You can tag along, if only to get you to leave me alone! Just stay quiet, or I'll chuck you outta the Bullhead!" she relented, looking extremely pissed off.
Morgan grinned and climbed into the airship. He sat in the back while she climbed into the pilot's seat. He stripped down his sword and put it back together again, making sure it was working correctly. He checked the magazines of shotgun shells he carried, made sure they were full. The young Huntsman usually carried eight mags of eight four-gauge shells, plus the one he kept loaded in his sword at all times.
Eight of the magazines had shells filled with Fire Dust, creating a large fireball that detonated on impact when fired. The final one had shells filled with Gravity Dust, however, greatly increasing the power of the shot at the cost of greatly increased recoil.
After his impromptu field stripping, Morgan then sharpened the blade of his sword. He wanted to make sure his weapons were up to the task should he have to carve a path through the prison. He hoped they would just cooperate, though.
He fidgeted in his seat, restless. He was excited at the prospect of a fight. He tried to squash it down, though. Getting trigger happy probably would not end well for him but he couldn't change who he was. That meant he was always itching for a fight.
After his sword was suitably sharp enough, he switched to polishing his shield. This task was of lesser importance, hence why it was left for last. If he was honest, his shield and armor were more designed as limiters, weighing and slowing him down, being made of poorer quality iron, rather than the high quality steel of his sword.
He adjusted his armor, fiddling with the buckles and making sure all of it was on properly.
The pilot set the craft down. "Alright kid, we're here! My first stop is close to the outskirts, though. Hope that isn't a problem." she said, making her way out of the airship, carrying a rather large bucket.
Morgan shook his head. "No, this is perfect. Thanks!" he replied.
He exited the craft and stopped by a vendor. He bought a bit of food and ate as he walked. He had already memorized his route and soon left the agricultural district behind. He saw the prison in the distance. It was a large building, made of dark red bricks. It looked a little bit like an old castle built to intimidate.
He came to a gatehouse in the fence around the prison. There were two guards that he saw, one in the gatehouse and the other by the actual gate to let people in. They stopped him.
"Hey, kid. Visiting someone?" the guard by the gate asked. He was a shorter man, a bit overweight, with brown eyes and thin, balding black hair. Morgan could see a taser and a pistol attached to the belt of his dark blue uniform.
The feline fighter nodded. He could also sense that neither of the guards had Aura.
"Parent or sibling?" the guard continued.
"Nope." Morgan replied.
The guard did a double take. "A friend, then?"
Morgan shook his head. "Nah."
The guard looked at him weirdly. "Then… who are you visiting?" he asked tentatively.
"A chick called Chatte Blanc. She has some info I need."
The guard's eyes bugged out. "You… want to visit her?! Sorry, kid but I can't let you do that! Blanc is a very dangerous criminal, convicted of several armed robberies and suspected in the murders of quite a few rather powerful Huntsmen and Huntresses! She is too dangerous, I'm sorry!" he said.
Morgan growled, deep and rumbling. "Bullshit. I'm the one who took her down. I can handle her. Like I said, I just need some info from her, then I'll be on my way."
The guard shook his head. "I don't care! First off, you probably just got lucky. Second, she isn't allowed visitors to begin with, so I couldn't let you in even if it wasn't a fluke. So, I say again, I can't let you visit her!" he insisted.
The feline Huntsman growled again. "I'm going to attack you now." he said. Before the guard could even process what he had said, he blazed over to the tubby guard and slammed him into the fence, with his hand on the guard's throat. The Faunus teen shook his head in disappointment. "I even warned you what I was gonna do and you couldn't do anything! Alright, back to business. I need to talk to Blanc. You are gonna let that happen. Otherwise, I will carve a bloody path through this prison and I get what I want anyway. What'll it be?"
Before Morgan could get his answer, he heard the whine of electric energy that signaled a charging taser. "You don't want to do that, kid. You really don't." the other guard intoned.
Morgan sighed. "Do you really think a taser's gonna work against me? I've tanked fucking lightning bolts to the chest and kept on rolling! I think you should back off before you get hurt, rent-a-cop." he jeered.
The guard with the taser didn't waver. "It isn't an ordinary taser, kid. It can fully drain your Aura in seconds. It will hurt. Don't make me use it on you." he warned.
Morgan sighed. "Just let me talk to Blanc and you won't have to. I just need some info from her. That's it." he said.
"We can't just let you visit a suspected murderer at the drop of a hat. Especially one as dangerous as Blanc. We'll need to talk to the warden. If you stand down and let him go, we can discuss what you want to do. Sound good?" the armed guard replied.
Morgan considered it for a few moments then let the tubby guard go. "Yeah. Let's talk to the warden."
The walk there was… interesting to say the least. As they passed the low security bloc on their way to the warden's office, the inmates were riled up by the sight of Morgan. It seemed they didn't like Hunters.
"How come they don't like Hunters?" the feline teen asked.
The two guards shook their heads. The tubby guard spoke. "You don't pay much attention here, do you?"
Morgan growled menacingly and the guard backed down. The other one, a thinner blond, piped up. "Excuse my partner here. He's a bit of an idiot. A lot of these guys were put away by Huntsmen and Huntresses."
The feline fighter cocked an eyebrow. "That doesn't make any sense. Hunters aren't for that. We fight monsters and other, rogue Hunters. Maybe a few gangsters. But not regular criminals." he pointed out.
The blond guard chuckled. "Yeah? Well, things aren't always what they're supposed to be, especially if you don't have either the Aura to be a Hunter or the luck to be born wealthy. Vale isn't exactly the paradise it says it is."
Morgan hummed. The rest of the walk was uneventful. When they reached the office, the two guards returned to the gates and he was let in by two more guards protecting the door.
The warden was a short but stocky man with salt and pepper hair and slate grey eyes. He had on the same uniform as the guards, only grey instead of blue as well as a couple of pauldrons on his shoulders.
"Mister Rubrum. I wondered when I'd be speaking with you." he said.
Morgan cocked an eyebrow. "You have me at a bit of a disadvantage. Mind telling me who you are and how you know me?"
"Graeg Slate at your service. As for how I know you, I am still a Huntsman. I keep informed of any new hotshot team that comes to Beacon Academy. That includes Team MRLD, whose leader basically 1v1'd a Death Stalker during Initiation. The same person who took down a major criminal over twice his age, the same criminal who is now in my prison. And now you want information from her. May I ask why?"
The feline Huntsman glared at Slate. "Observant bastard, aren't you? Well. Long story short, I need Blanc to help me find someone. Someone I can't find through the… usual methods. I've already figured you want me to tell you what she says, considering the person. But I can't. She won't talk to me if she knew I'd squawk to the cops." he explained.
Slate raised his eyebrows. "What makes you say that?"
"Because if I were in her position, I wouldn't talk to someone like that either."
The warden shook his head and chuckled. "You may have a point. But I can't just let a seventeen year old boy- don't give me that look, you are still a boy- walk into a cell containing one of the most dangerous criminals on the planet! I'm assuming Glynda already told you what we know about the Blancs?"
Morgan nodded.
"I see. Well, it's nothing short of amazing that you were able to take her down in the first place. You got lucky. Normally, I'd have both parties wear Aura locking collars to prevent any escape attempts but Blanc is dangerous even without Aura, so she'll wear the collar and you won't. I'll give you your private conversation. No guards in the cell, no recording the audio. But I will be monitoring the cameras inside the cell, to make sure she doesn't try anything. In return, I just need you to not try to kill her. I am hesitantly deciding to trust you, but I saw what you did to her a month ago." He paused, getting something out of his drawer and put it on his desktop.
It was an upscaled mason hammer that looked like it could transform into some sort of machine gun. "If you do anything to her, you'll get your own cozy little cell here at Boulderkeep Prison. Understand?"
Morgan agreed and Slate put everything in motion. Blanc was moved to a high security visitation cell deep in the bowels of the prison and the guards were escorting Morgan to her. The feline fighter was curious about something, however.
"Question. I thought the jumpsuits worn by the prisoners blocked Aura. If that's the case, what's with the collar?"
The guard on his right, a female redhead, spoke. "You'd be surprised how quickly a prisoner can get one of those things on and off. There's really nothing to be done about that, in fact it's a necessity because of their schedule. So we want to make sure she can't try anything, especially with her Semblance." She shivered at the mention of it.
"What is her Semblance?" Morgan asked. "She didn't use it in our fight."
The guard on his left, a male brunette, also shivered. "We call it Siren's Call. She can use her voice to make nearly anyone do nearly anything. You'd have to be the most stubborn person alive to resist it. A few days after you brought her in, she tried to escape. Me and one of my buddies were coming in to search for contraband she might've snuck in from the mess. She stripped the suit off before we could react and she'd made me tase myself and my buddy… wasn't so lucky. I woke up an hour later and was told he'd blown his brains out because of this bitch. If she'd used her Semblance on you, we wouldn't be having this conversation, trust me."
Morgan hummed and they kept walking. This just kept on getting more and more interesting. The Faunus teen was excited to see how this was gonna turn out.
The guards opened the door to Blanc's cell when they reached it and Morgan stepped inside, with the guards staying outside. He looked at Blanc and decided that she had probably seen better days. Her right cheekbone was slightly dented, she had a blackeye on her left and her hair had been roughly shorn into a jaw length bob cut. Her ears were also looking rather ragged, the left having bite marks on it and the right having a good chunk of it missing.
"You know, I don't think orange is your color, Blanc." he said.
It really wasn't. The neon orange jumpsuit clashed wildly with her pale skin and hair.
She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, fuck you, too. Didn't exactly have the choice of custom prison fatigues. What do you want, kitten? Come to gloat?"
Morgan chuckled. "Nope. No gloating. I don't really care for that shit, anyway. No. I want you to tell me where your sister is."
Blanc raised her eyebrows. Then she chuckled. Then she started laughing. Loudly. "Haha! Oh, that is good, kitten! I almost thought you were serious! How about you stop joking around and tell me why you went to all the trouble of putting me in this ridiculous collar?" she said, gesturing to it. The device was rather big and bulky, with a large padlock in the center.
Morgan walked up to her and picked her up by said collar. She may have been as tall as Donna but she was quite a bit lighter. He spoke slowly. "I am not joking. I am not playing. I am sick and tired of people not telling me what I want to know. I will ask this one more time. Where. Is. Your sister?"
Blanc narrowed her eyes and scowled. "I don't know."
Morgan dropped her. She landed with a thud and a gasp of air. "How do you not know?! Does your little gang not have hideouts?! Places to lay low after an operation?!" he demanded, getting angry.
"Syndicate, kitten, and we're far from little. But of course we have hideouts. More like bases, actually. They're spread out all over the four kingdoms." she explained.
"Then why not tell me where they are?!"
"Because I don't know where they all are. Only my sister does. I only know the locations of four of them. Two in Vale, one in Mistral and the other in Vacuo. And they're all destroyed now. Standard procedure. Whenever one of us is captured, whatever base or bases they knew about or have been to are abandoned and destroyed. So they can't talk."
Morgan punched the wall hard enough to crack it. His eyes were a bright scarlet. "Look. I'm not gonna talk to the cops. So if you have any idea where she might be, I need you to tell me! You must have some kind of clue!"
Blanc hummed. "I… may have an idea. But if I scratch your back, so to speak, then you're gonna have to return the favor. First off, why do you want to know where she is? Secondly, what's in it for me, kitten?"
Morgan growled. "I want to fight her. She confronted me after I took you down last month and I could tell she was really strong! I wanna see just how good she is. As for what's in it for you, what might motivate you? I don't suppose you'd have a grudge against your sister?"
Blanc laughed darkly. "Oh, you have no idea. My sister's a bitch. I've been looking for a way to take her down but she's too good."
"Why do you want to take her down, though? I'm curious."
"Le Syndicat Blanc used to just be a small time street gang back in Mistral. It was started up by our parents years ago. It used to just be a protection racket thing, nothing too extreme. But after Mom and Dad died and it went to Chienne, my sister, we expanded into… well, a mafia. A deadly one, dealing in Dust and advanced tech. She made me her main enforcer, turned me into a killing machine. She wouldn't let me leave and would've killed me if I'd tried.
"So, yeah. I'm real damn eager to put Chienne in her place. But I can't. I'm nowhere near strong enough, she wouldn't let me train past a certain point. But you might be able to. So that's my condition. Take her down and make sure she lands in my cell at Boulderkeep. So I can… exact my own revenge." she explained.
Morgan grinned. "Alright. I'm gonna have to get the cops and one of my professors in on this if that's the case but I can do it. What's your idea? Where is she?"
Blanc got to her feet. "Starting about a year ago, she stepped up how much Dust and tech we were taking. She's planning something big. I asked her about it and she said it was something involving Grimm. So I hacked into the navcomputer on her Bullhead, to see where she was going to the most. She erased most of the data so I can't give you an exact location but I'm pretty sure the base she's working out of now is in southern Anima."
He cocked an eyebrow. "Southern Anima? What's in southern Anima that she'd want to set up a base there?"
Blanc laughed. "More like what isn't there! The only two places that are more remote are northern Atlas and Vacuo. Apparently, Atlas would've been too cold and Vacuo too hot. And you have to admit, there's basically nothing in that region, what with how many Grimm are there. And how strong those Grimm are."
"Hmm. Makes sense, I guess. As fun as this conversation has been, I do have to go. Maybe I'll see ya around, Blanc."
The talk with Slate after was relatively uneventful, as was the walk back into town. It had been a few hours since he'd left Beacon, only about nine in the morning and he had a good chunk of a Saturday to burn. He went back to the library and read until noon.
On his way to get lunch, he ran into the rest of his team.
"Hey, guys! I was just about to get some lunch. Wanna come with?" he called out.
A split second later, he felt a tremor in the ground and a good sized rock slug him in the gut. He hit a wall back first and fell to his knees and coughed up a little blood from the impact. "Robin, what the fuck?! That hurt!"
"Just 'restocking', were you?! Then where are your bags?! You've been in town for a good seven hours, haven't been back to school and have nothing on you except your armor and weapons. Plus, you went into town to restock a week ago! Yeah, I remember! So, what were you doing and why did you lie about it?!" Robin demanded.
Lilo was looking just as angry as Robin and Donna had an indifferent expression. She was playing a random game on her Scroll, not really paying attention to the current discussion.
The Faunus Huntsman sighed and staggered to his feet. "Fine, if you're really that damn curious. I was talking to Blanc. She had information I needed, information Goodwitch clearly wasn't gonna give me. Are you happy?" he said.
Lilo pinched the bridge of his nose. "No! For how smart you are, you can be incredibly dense, you know! We have been over this, Morgan! Trying to find Blanc's sister is a terrible idea! You yourself have established that she's strong. By your standards! Even if that wasn't the case, she has definitely killed older and more experienced Huntsmen and Huntresses than us. If you fight her, you're almost certain to die. Is this feeling you're chasing worth it if you'll die in the process? I'd say no!"
Morgan bared his teeth in a feral snarl. "Shut up, Lilo. You don't know a damn thing about why I'm doing this. I need to do this! Everything in my body is telling me that I need to find and fight her! That feelin' that gets your heart pumpin' and blood boilin' for a fight is what I live for! It makes me feel alive! And I ain't gonna die fightin' her. I'm too strong to die. As long as I'm conscious, I can absorb any type of energy from any type of attack and can use that to multiply my own power. I don't expect a weakling like you to understand, though."
Electric energy crackled over Donna's body as her Aura flared. "You're gonna want to watch what you say to him, Morgan. Just because we're friends now doesn't mean I won't hurt you if you insult Lilo."
Morgan laughed. "Oh, really? That so? Then how come, every single time we've sparred, I've won and not you? I'm more powerful than you. You can't do shit to me."
Morgan's hand twitched closer to his sword hilt and Donna's closer to her trident. Robin and Lilo also made to draw their weapons. But Robin wasn't on Morgan's side this time.
"Three on one, guys? Really? Whatever. I've dealt with worse odds." he growled, his eyes shifting to scarlet.
The civilians in the area had stopped to watch the scene play out and a rather large crowd had formed.
Donna's Aura wasn't the only one that was spiking now, all four of them were flaring their power. The flowing Aura infused with anger from all four of them made the atmosphere tense. Morgan's gaze shifted back and forth between the three while all three of them were locked in on his position. Regardless of his boast, he knew the three of them together were good, too good for him to beat without Berserker Mode. He needed to take at least one of them down quickly, or he would lose.
In a split second, he drew his sword and blazed toward Donna, who blocked the strike at the last second with a great thunderclap of metal on metal. Robin and Lilo didn't even have the opportunity to react or draw their weapons.
Morgan pushed the edge of Lamina into Donna's trident, hoping to use his greater strength to break her defense. His ears twitched in either direction as he heard his other two teammates draw their weapons.
The feline warrior bared his teeth and tensed his muscles even further. As much as he loved fighting, he didn't want to fight his teammates like this.
"What is going on here?!" a familiar voice demanded.
"Professor Goodwitch!" Robin cried out.
The professor did not look happy. She was slightly out of breath, as if she had run all the way from Beacon and had her weapon, fittingly called The Disciplinarian, at the ready. "You four will be in serious trouble if you do not put away your weapons now!" she ordered.
After a moment of hesitation, Robin was the first to stow her weapons, followed by Lilo. Morgan broke the weapon lock and sheathed Lamina. Donna replaced her trident on her back as well. The tension from before had lessened but was still there.
The professor led them back to the school.
Donna POV
"I cannot believe you four! Making a scene like that, in public! Do you have any idea what could have happened if you had actually fought in the streets in broad daylight?! With all of those civilians!" Professor Goodwitch ranted.
She had brought them to Professor Ozpin's office. She was pacing in front of his desk and Professor Ozpin just sat there with his chin propped up on his hands. He hadn't said a single word yet but his eyes… it felt like they were boring into each of their souls.
"What were you thinking?! I want an answer!" she finished.
"I started it, Professor. Morgan insulted Lilo and I've always been protective of him." Donna admitted.
Morgan shook his head. "I launched the first strike, though."
Robin scoffed. "What about that rock? If you think about it, I was the one who started it."
Professor Goodwitch slapped her weapon on Professor Ozpin's desk. "Enough! I don't care who started it! I want to know why! I have part of it from Miss Aquaria, but why did Mister Rubrum attack her and insult Mister Ehre?! Why did Miss Tori attack him?!" she demanded.
Morgan sighed heavily. "Well, I was gonna have to tell you this eventually. I was talking to Blanc, Professor. I needed that information."
A vein nearly popped out of her forehead. She opened her mouth to speak but Professor Ozpin raised a hand to stop her.
"Mister Rubrum. What information did you need from Chatte Blanc?" he asked.
"I wanted to know where her sister is. When I took Chatte down, she confronted me. Said that she'd kill me if I interfered in her plans again. She was strong, stronger than her sister. Professor, every single part of me is tellin' me to find her and fight her! That feelin' that gets your heart pumpin' and blood boilin' for a fight… it's pullin' me, callin' me! I can't just ignore it."
The headmaster leaned forward, brown eyes blazing. "And what did she tell you?"
Morgan grinned. "A lot. Turns out, she wants to take out her sister, too. Speaking of which, her name's Chienne. Unfortunately, I don't have a solid location but she's pretty sure she's in southern Anima. Remote, lots of Grimm. Pretty good for a hideout. She also said that whatever Chienne's working on, it has to do with the Grimm. Don't know what, but it sounds pretty important."
Professors Ozpin and Goodwitch shared a look. "Well, Mister Rubrum? What do you think our next move should be?" Professor Ozpin asked.
Professor Goodwitch started. "S-Sir? You're… asking him?"
He nodded. "Yes. He managed to get her to talk to him. Besides, knowing him, he'd find a way to find her on his own so we might as well give him the necessary backup now. Better to bend the rules than to break them outright, I say. So. Mister Rubrum?"
Donna had a sinking feeling in her stomach. She didn't like where this was going.
"I think we should follow up on the lead. Send everyone we can to southern Anima to look for this base. Whatever she's working on, I'm sure you two will want to find it out and I want- no, need- to fight her. It works out in the end, I think." he said.
Donna couldn't take it anymore. "No it doesn't!"
Everyone whipped around to look at her. She had gotten to her feet. "What do you mean, Miss Aquaria?" Professor Ozpin asked.
Electricity played up and down her body. "Are you not concerned about the possibility that this could get Morgan killed, Professor?! Chienne Blanc is a dangerous criminal! She will have no compunctions over killing him! I won't let that happen! I won't! Not until he can prove he is strong enough to do so. That means getting better at Professor Greene's lessons."
Morgan leapt to his feet as well, eyes flashing scarlet. He clearly was not happy. "Donna, what the fuck?! I've been training day and night since the start of term! You seriously think I'm not strong enough?!"
She shook her head. "Strong enough? Maybe. I don't know. Ready, though? No. Absolutely not. Your temper still flares unpredictably and you're no closer to controlling Berserker Mode. Until you can control it, I will not let you fight her."
The Faunus teen growled, steam starting to rise off of his body. "I think you're forgetting who the leader of this team is, Donna. I need to do this."
Robin spoke up. "Morgan, I think she's right. You needed Berserker Mode to deal with Chatte. And Chienne's stronger. When you go into Berserker, you lose all control and reason. A good enough can take advantage of that. There's no doubt that Chienne is good enough of a fighter to do that. Please, just… don't seek her out. Not yet. Not until you can control it."
Morgan stared at Robin for a few moments before deflating. "Fine. I'll step it up with Professor Greene, then."
The four of them were then dismissed from Professor Ozpin's office so he and Professor Goodwitch could discuss what had happened that day.
AN: Yeah… that took a bit longer than I wanted. Writer's block and work suck. Speaking of work, FedEx is… an interesting company to work for. I'm just gonna leave it at that.
The next chapter will introduce Greene properly and you'll actually get to see what Morgan does in those lessons. Also, maybe a hint of power to come? The next chapter is important for his growth is what I'm trying to say.
Alright, review and let me know what you think of the chapter! Until the next one!