“What’s the angle?” Jax asked. There was always an angle with Ryan.
They were a team because when the world wrote someone off, they wrote back.
, the mechanic, was already knee-deep in the access panel, her multi-tool whining. “Ten minutes. Maybe five if I reroute coolant through the waste exchange.”
“What’s the angle?” Jax asked. There was always an angle with Ryan.
They were a team because when the world wrote someone off, they wrote back.
, the mechanic, was already knee-deep in the access panel, her multi-tool whining. “Ten minutes. Maybe five if I reroute coolant through the waste exchange.”