CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED ONE
Clinton clapped his hands to gather the attention of his agents. A pitiful number of an army against a whole Division. But still, Clinton knew they would come through.
They always do.
"Now that you are all here," he started. "It's time we plan,"
Noah helped Ronnie to bring the chairs from the dining room into the living room. So that their new companions could have somewhere else to sit; aside from the floor that Z had been favoring since his arrival. Since they had been informed of Noah's appearance in advance, none of them acted shock upon seeing him. Though, they couldn't stop staring most of the time.
After all, it was the first time to see someone transformed and was not after them.
