#Chapter103

---Jail

Angelo Vander

"Is this your definition of.. good news?" I asked Dean and he nodded proudly. I turned to Chance and he was rolling his eyes.

"What? This is not a good news for you?"

"We've been creating this military jet together, Dean." Chance said and I face palmed myself.

"But not with the new MG-900." He said as he grabbed his protection glasses. He walked into the giant lab and Chance followed him.

I can't believe this man has time to brag about his new military jet. I wonder what is his brain made of? At least, God is being fair. He only has a brain but...