July 9, 2230, Neo Southern California Metroplex, Private Hangar of the Argo
July 9, 2230, Neo Southern California Metroplex, Private Hangar of the ArgoThe engine room of the Argo was cramped, too cramped for Erik’s taste. Low ceilings, odd tubes, and heavy doors separated the control and diagnostic center from the reactor. If he spent any serious time in there, he’d be constantly hitting his head or stubbing his toe.
ArgoIt didn’t help that Lanara had filled half the already confined area with cryptic data windows filled with numbers and colorful graphs. His knee slammed into a panel hidden by two data windows.
“Damn it.” He reached down to massage the pain away. “Are all engine rooms this small, or does that redheaded gremlin like it this way?”
Lanara crouched next to an open panel. I
