Chapter 42
Julian Bless
The team sat in a parts garage around an unstable workbench. One of the broken legs wobbled, so Dak and Tremmel dried to prop it up by piling metal storage containers underneath it.
Despite their best engineering efforts, the table still wobbled every time someone touched it. The place obviously used to repair drones, cars, cycles, and such, but it had long since been raided and closed. It was on the ground floor, which was something Bless didn't like, but they had no choice.
Nev already explained she had lost the drones again, so they would have only about thirty minutes before she would have to leave.
Bless had finished laying a torn piece of tin up against the structure's lone window, keeping prying eyes from seeing inside.
Two torch lamps gave light to the room.
He looked over at Citizen to see if she had finished her scans. Her eyes were wide open, staring into the wall. It was the look she always had when her GUI vision was working overtime.