Issac and Jadin entered the attic where only computers could be seen of every shape and size.
"Whoa," Jadin said, walking into the room.
There was one long table that extended all the way around the room and that is where all the monitors and computers sat on.
"I had more," Issac said, following in after Jadin. "But some were destroyed in a fit of rage so these are all I have."
"Where were you when I was searching for a sponsor for my university?" Jadin asked, looking bitterly at Soren. "I still need a laptop though."
"How old are you?"
"Twenty-two," Jadin said carelessly as he stared at the monitors, afraid to move too fast in case he hit something. "Why?"
"So you are a good ... five or six years younger than me." He nodded. "You are still so young, kid. Oh, call me older brother."
"Don't tease me, I am still an adult like you." He frowned, crossing his arms over his chest at Issac. "Why would I call you that?"
