Chapter 99

Chapter Ninety-Nine

Normally, the clatter and clang of tools wasn’t something Connor particularly enjoyed. Working with his hands normally meant a punching bag or a wooden post and whatever weapon he was practicing with.

In the stifling heat of the Lucky Sevens’s afternoon shadow, with the smell of moldy seals and rotted padding still clinging to the armored vehicle, there was actually something reassuring about holding a speed handle or a wrench. The metallic tang they left on his sweaty flesh was welcome.

Yemi grunted, then pushed out from under the vehicle. A moment later, he returned with a drill. “Yemi finds three dead batteries. Yemi fixes.”

Spare batteries were plentiful. If they wanted to, they could salvage more from the ruined shuttle floating in space.

They didn’t need to for now.

With the last few whirrs of the drill, the vehicle was as close to functional as it was going to get short of a complete overhaul.

That wasn’t in the cards.