'No way... That's..." Laz was about to deny it to himself. After all, there are how many people named Tom, Tommy, Thomas in this country?
'I didn't even bother to learn that asshole's last name... Still though...' Laz had a rather sinking feeling that it was the same guy he got into a fight with in gym class all those years ago. Remembering that time, he already knew that Tommy was a chosen even though he didn't know what they were called at that time. He could remember the hate he felt done to his very bones although he had no idea why.
'If it really is him... I wonder... could he know something about the people that took my grandpa, grandpa Chu and Bill?' Although a long time had passed, he had never forgotten the three old men. He knew he wasn't strong enough to rescue them, but he wasn't going to forget them either.