CHAPTER 80-HIATAM

Matt was out of the Air Tripler before it could even touch the tiled floor. Nobody had come to greet them as usual. The students and other officers would probably be busy working with some files or training in the fields. Not that he cared, but he had not envisioned his work like this. A well-done and a pat on the back could pass as a useless gesture, but it encourages someone to put in their best in what they were doing.

He steadied his grip on the black box he carried, feeling the weight trying to pull his hands out of his shoulders. His mind's eyes could almost see through the metal box, to that small liquid occupying a quarter of space. For a liquid its size, it was oddly heavy. It made him wonder how those men in Zapper city, carries the fluid on their shoulders as though it was some piece of garbage.

"Need a hand with that?"