It wasn't just Lin Mo's strength, but also the way the higher-ups treated him, and how differently the same situation could play out depending on who was involved.
Some arrangements were things A-Train could only obey. When it came to Lin Mo, he went if he wanted to, and simply didn't if he didn't.
Before many matters ever reached Lin Mo, someone had already considered whether they might upset him. No one wanted to invite trouble over something trivial.
As time passed, A-Train actually felt less at ease around Lin Mo than he used to.
Before, he had only thought Lin Mo was impressive. Now he realized he hadn't really understood just how impressive.
Of course, some of it had to do with A-Train himself.
He had something weighing on his mind: Compound V. He had never mentioned it to Lin Mo, and didn't particularly want to. After all, relying on something like that to maintain his speed wasn't anything to be proud of.
But going without it didn't seem like an option either, at least in A-Train's eyes.
The fact was that his speed was falling behind, and Vought had never lacked metahumans. Just because no one could outrun him now didn't mean no one ever would.
As soon as some newcomer broke his record and ran faster than him, the company would have a reason to turn its attention elsewhere.
How much of what he had now would he be able to keep then?
A-Train didn't quite dare think about it. His place in the Seven, his endorsements, and all the opportunities only someone in his position could get-if he really lost them, getting them back wouldn't be easy.
He had spent enough years at Vought to understand at least some of its rules.
When you had value,