Max POV
I woke to no Tank; it didn't surprise me, knowing the Prez was out of commission for the night, and Tank had to step up. His arrival with breakfast was nice, but not the news he brought. I hate traitors as much as cheaters.
We ate talking about the ceremony, and our promises, both laughed at our strange and silly ideas, it was a good way to improve the start of the day, after the bomb shell he landed on me, and I wonder how Prez was feeling, after getting so drunk, that Tank had to step up, would have to be proud of the way he handled himself when he needed to, or would have been feeling guilty for letting his hair down and getting drunk?
A knock had Tank headed to the door.
Opening to find Prez and Sticks on the other side.
"Time," was all he said.
I picked up the tray and
