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Coming to a smooth halt before the Dojo, Max glanced between his phone and the building, shrugging as he dismounted. Before making his way up, he slid off his biker jacket, stuffing it in one of his motorcycle's saddlebags. No need to make getting to his guns more difficult in a place like the dojo, particularly given the war-minded frequenters.

Strolling over to the site, he entered, glancing around. The details his contacts had given on this latest approach had been vague, to say the least, prompting him to ask the attendant where he might locate the man known as Skaarj Volantis.