September 26, 2230, Neo Southern California Metroplex, Private Hangar of the Argo
September 26, 2230, Neo Southern California Metroplex, Private Hangar of the ArgoArgoIn the Argo’s cargo bay, Jia knelt by a crate and pulled the lid off. Rows of grenades were nestled in racks, a box full of death waiting to be delivered to her enemies. She preferred solving problems without grenades, but the universe had conspired to make that all but impossible during the past few years.
ArgoErik was halfway across the cargo bay, performing a visual inspection of his exoskeleton. Jia thought it was unnecessary, given that Lanara maintained all their equipment, but personal attention to detail was one of the reasons Erik had survived for as long as he had. It’d be strange if she questioned him about it no
