Zac pulls a chair out for me and motions for me to sit. “Darius can be a d**k. He will settle down,” Zac says, giving me a friendly smile. I stare at him, confused. This man almost seems normal, nice even. He slides a food tray over to me and then takes a seat across from me. He grabs another tray and digs into his food.
The man beside him is a huge burly-looking man with a short beard and dark hair. Eyeing me curiously, he taps my tray. “Eat. If you’re training with us, you will need it,” he says. I look down at the tray to find it has scrambled eggs on it and a piece of bacon.
“I’m Satish, that’s Zac, as you know, and that one is Deacon.” The other man, Deacon, waves; he has blond hair, a boyish face, and is clearly the youngest at the table. Although, it is impossible to tell the ac
