861 AP – According to the Calendar of Aeon Power
“Okay, I still don’t get it?” The Mutant asked.
“Oh, what is it now?” The teen replied.
“How did you get fake ID’s?”
“Don’t doubt my ways, dear Benny. Just enjoy the smooth jazz,” X proclaimed, placing his black boots on top of the wooden table the pair sat by. Benny kept his single red eye down, not looking around the bar that X had gotten them into.
Even though he didn’t like the smoke-covered club, or how loud it could get for a jazz place, it was still so cool to him. For a moment, the music made him forget about all his troubles as a sixteen-year-old thief, a Runner as some would call it. He had grown quite a bit since his first job, now being six feet, but by his estimation would probably not become any taller. He was still rather
