He had Sheffield Benedict check Hannah's schedule for the week, and then he followed her to all the freshman classes.
Dry and boring courses.
Clearly, Hannah thought so too.
The weapon models used in the classroom, though one-to-one replicas of all the components, were still without any lethal power.
They were simply for academic study.
Wayne Lane had always thought this, up until that day.
It wasn't until the bullet landed at his feet that he finally understood why Hannah had been hiding in the woods.
She was really up to no good.
"Senior, you've been following me for a month now. What exactly are you trying to do?"
She emerged, standing in the light.
Her face was very pretty, always catching one's attention in both light and shadow, but the weapon in her hand was dangerous, lethal.
Wayne Lane was very composed.
The teenager tried to appear very composed.
The invincible "War God" Wayne Lane on the battlefield was not born as such.
He too was once a boy.
