Chapter Eight
Sitting at his desk in his cabin aboard the Bifröst, Raphael threaded his fingers behind his head, and his eyes darted around. People didn’t appreciate how tiring thinking hard could be. He was poring through complex three-dimensional gravity wave interference diagrams, trying his best to work out ways to extend the range of the jump drive.
He understood his role in the unfolding events and how he could help protect everything that was important to him. He wasn’t Erik or Jia. Raphael wasn’t going to strap into an exoskeleton and take down the bad guys, but if he wanted to help his friends and heroes, the best thing he could do was what he’d been doing: working on improving the drive. It was one of the few weapons they had that they knew their enemy didn’t.
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