Chapter Eighteen
The echo of stomping boots floated down to Connor when he reached the base of the ramp to the Lucky Sevens's cargo hold. Cold dread felt like a stone in his stomach.
Yemi grabbed the handle of his duffel bag. “Yemi goes now."
Connor waved for the mechanic to settle down. “Hold on. We're working out the details on this job. It's big."
“Big? The job is big, or the job is not real? Yemi is not sure."
“It's the biggest job we've ever had." Connor hated himself for lying. Then again, in many ways, the job was exactly what he was saying. If they landed it, it would be enough to save the team.
What could be bigger?
He sucked in a deep, hopeful breath and nearly gagged on the smell of the smoke the laborers had blown at him. Sang starport was fast approaching the title of w
