Azagor sat at the kitchen table he'd fixed and fiddled with the TC. It was so old, it couldn't even be used for spare parts. He'd sent a message to Larz to bring him some tools, and he'd kept the outer part of it looking like a primitive TC but replaced most of it with newer TCs Larz brought him. Larz had come in camouflaged and given him the components. He'd also updated him on the launch date for the project in space. They never spoke about it on their comms. They all knew they would only have one chance for a successful launch.
Killer stuck his nose into his equipment and came out with a tool. With a sigh, Azagor took it from him. The Zyrgin should award him with his own command for putting up with a rat that wanted to help him work.
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