Kai's POV
At the clubhouse, it was pretty loud. I was in my usual corner, with the four people that I rubbed minds with. I had the footage and a laptop. I had Mustan duplicate it, so he'd also watch it and see whatever I miss.
“So, I'll deal with the footage later.” I said, taking a jug of juice. “The Titans are proudly overstepping and we need to put them in their place.”
“You think we can do that at this delicate point?” Kalashnikov asked.
“Yo! Are you seriously the one asking about that?” John chuckled.
“I mean, prez has got a lot of heat on him right now, and we don't want to put more of that heat on him.” Kalashnikov said.
“Thanks for the wise thought, Kalashnikov, but I think I've got myself here.” I said, chugging a lot of the juice down my throat.
“So, what do we do, Pre
