Two weeks had passed since Max had joined Urok in his search for the Progressives as his Higher Executioners- That was their actual unofficial position- officially, in the interface, they were listed as personnel working to develop weapons and equipment for the Program. Their equipment had to come from somewhere, so it was a good excuse for them to handle all sorts of materials and designs for their real purpose; to plan for the destruction of all the Factions- and it had been approximately thirteen days since he'd last seen the powerful Mage after being recruited. No, he wasn't counting. It was just a coincidence that he knew it had been exactly thirteen days, seven hours, and forty-two minutes since then. His brain was simply weird that way.