Tank POV
I was walking out of the workshop with Prez, my mind working on different ideas.
Our conversation was done when I noticed Max sitting under a tree, and Sticks coming out of the pack house to sit with her.
Prez's phone rang, and he nodded at me and disappeared in a different direction, so I continued towards Max.
I slowed as I neared, not liking the look on Max's face; something Sticks was saying didn't sit well with her.
Stopping to lean on the tree and listen, I was not impressed either. Max should have some say, and it sounded like she had none. Will have to speak with Prez about this; something didn't add up. To me, anyway, but maybe when I talk to Max, an idea would come to me about why this felt odd. I think a mix of emotions. I am not one to listen in, so this was new
