Chapter 79

Chapter Seventy-Nine

As Connor passed the ramp down to the cargo bay, the clatter and clang of tools echoed up. He headed down, despite feeling ripe and foul. He needed to get out of his soiled clothes and clean up. He needed to talk with Selen.

But this noise…

Halfway down, he stopped.

Yemi stood in front of the hangar bay hatch, fingers clasped behind his head, rocking back and forth. The lights reflected from the haphazard pile of tools resting in front of the hatch.

Connor swallowed, the rotting taste of his saliva reminding him of the rainwater and woods. “Yemi? You okay?”

The mechanic turned around, hands coming unclasped and brushing down his wild, gray hair. “Yemi sees the hatch needs fixing.” He rapped a knuckle on the hatch for emphasis.

“It’s sealed off.”

“Yemi flies the Lucky Sevens to the sky. The hatch needs fixing.” There was a wild look in the mechanic’s eyes, which blinked rapidly.