Chapter Thirteen
Connor poked his head into the Lucky Sevens's lounge. The cabin was empty and dark except for the dim glow of sleeping electronics, the subtle aroma of a spicy noodles meal the only sign of recent occupation. His stolen shoes whispered across the cushioned deck plating until he came to a VR booth.
He rapped a knuckle against the glossy black surface. “Hey. Anyone in there?"
Silver lights slowly pulsed on the exterior panel. The system was in power save mode. If someone was inside, they weren't actually using the system. Maybe they were napping?
After another knock didn't draw a response, he hit the button to open the front, which unfolded in four segments, revealing a black recliner and helmet.
Connor slid into the recliner, then wiped down the helmet with a steriliza
