Chapter Twenty-Six
Ten minutes later, Erik strolled into the new hangar with his TR-7. He wore a tactical vest loaded with grenades and extra magazines. Jia followed him with a rifle slung over her shoulder and a laser rifle connected to a carryaid on her back. True to Barbu’s word, no one stopped them to ask why they were taking an arsenal through the port, mostly because they hadn’t run into anyone else despite the other hangars being filled with workers when they’d left for Ilse’s place.
Three comfortable-looking wooden chairs stood in the center of the hangar. Barbu made his way to them and took a seat.
Erik looked around, pushed a nearby crate toward the chairs, and sat on the edge. “I’d rather keep my weapons as close as my enemies.”
Jia found her own crate. She watched Barbu wit
