Concerns

Snakehead had been buzzing with excitement since Lyra's call. He was so pumped that he barely got any sleep that night.

Once the details were hammered out, he didn't waste time. Before the sun even rose, he was on the phone with Todd, laying out the whole Wyrmtrace plan.

Even Todd, who always prided himself on being in the know, couldn't hide his own excitement.

"Hahaha, who would've thought her going off to the military academy would work in our favor like this?" Snakehead chuckled, sipping on his hot milk. "Planet development? Guys like us? Never thought we'd get a piece of that pie."

The truth was, they'd never been popular with the officials or military, mostly because their business partners tended to be, well, less than savory—fugitives, space pirates, the usual crowd.

This new opportunity felt like they'd gone from begging on the streets to dining at a five-star restaurant.