Chapter Seventeen
Erik ran his hand along the smooth side of his MX-60 and whistled in appreciation. He’d purchased the vehicle partially as a disguise of sorts, but he had come to appreciate the high performance and capabilities of the flitter.
The Taxútnta was performing even better than he had thought it might.
The MX 60 was in a small garage connected to a tiny parking platform off a modest commercial tower. Several other expensive flitters filled the garage, technicians and drones swarming over them as they repaired or enhanced the vehicles. Erik had been a little concerned about leaving Emma to find a place for him, but she’d exceeded his expectations in a big way that weekend.
A brown-skinned man in blue coveralls gestured to the vehicle as he stood next to Erik. His name tape r
