September 23, 2230, Neo Southern California Metroplex, Private Hangar of the Argo
September 23, 2230, Neo Southern California Metroplex, Private Hangar of the ArgoArgoThe MX 60 flew at a leisurely pace through the streams of traffic in Neo SoCal on its way to the Argo’s hangar.
ArgoErik wasn’t in a hurry, despite suspecting their month-long lull since the Chiron op would soon be over. Jia had been right at Victoria Falls. He could never fully switch off in his war on the Core, but that was why they kept winning.
They had the rest of their lives to turn back into normal people. At least, he hoped they did.
The only thing approaching stressful in the last few weeks had been attending the Lan Lin Mid-Autumn Festival bash the night before.
Other than Jia’s father being a little too drunk
