Propaganda (2)

"He's not 00." Medeia stated firmly. "Didn't you say he was part of the military's special forces? Then tell me, how can you be so sure Lucian is that guy?"

"Stop lying to me!" Max snapped, his frustration boiling over. He grabbed a glass of water and hurled it at her. But before it could reach her, Bear swiftly caught it in his jaws. 

"I saw him with my own eyes!" Max continued, his voice sharp with conviction. "My brother and I have lived in the base since the world collapsed, and I used to follow him around when he visited his comrades. One of them was him!"

Ah.

So that was it. Max wasn't like Ethan and the others, he had been under the current General's command from the very beginning. No wonder he was tougher, more stubborn than the rest.

"Isn't that proof that your brother was in the same division as this '00' person?" Medeia shrugged, her tone sounded almost nonchalant. "Your brother was also a killer, Max."