"We are heading to China?'
'Is this what they meant by field training?' Recalling he had been told, Max couldn't help but wonder.
But just then, as if reading his thoughts, Miles who had just stepped his legs into a silver paratrooper suit, further puzzling Max by the sight, shook his head and spoke saying…
"I know that look. Unfortunately, field training is for SS Elites only due to the risk involved." Showing a wry smile, Miles motioned at the compact black duffel placed beside the next seat.
"You'll need that too." He said, fastening the harness around his chest with experienced precision.
Deciding to dwell over the information he had gotten in silence, Max nodded and opened the duffel.
Inside, the same silver paratrooper suit welcomed him as he picked it up.
Glancing around, Max realised everyone else was either halfway or done strapping their suit up.
