Chapter Four
April 11, 2230, Neo Southern California Metroplex, Private Hangar of the Argo
Erik lifted his head and took in the full majesty of the Argo. Everything about the ship, from its sleek curves to its weaponry, separated it from the tiny, pathetic transport he’d been using to help out Alina. He finally had a ship worthy of his mission—one worthy of him.
He nodded in satisfaction. Since Erik’s time back on Earth, he’d learned to accept that having some nice toys didn’t hurt nor say anything bad about a man. He might have purchased his MX 60 mostly as a disguise, but there was no shame in flying around a luxury flitter, and the capabilities of the vehicle, both factory-ready and post-modification, had helped him countless times. A good soldier needed the proper tools to do his jo
