*BAM*
"What the fuck are you looking at, you bastards.
I can't tell you that. If you want to know, go and ask Dean Heron, yourself. He knows what's going on. But that reason has nothing to do with the Hub or the killings.
I can vouch for that."
Dean Wharton slammed the table and lost his cool.
Bloody Chariot frowned and asked.
"Why can't you tell me?"
"Only the Deans can know of it."
*SNAP*
Bloody Chariot snapped the armrest off the chair with a single twist. That is one sentence, he got sick of hearing.
That almost gave him a short fuse. If he hears that shit enough times, he is sure that he will lose it one of these days."
The other Deans wanted to press on further, but Bloody Chariot knew it will be futile. So, he just turned to Sam and continued the questioning.
"Do you have a grudge against the Olympians and Olympian Academies?"
"Yes, I do."
