15 Sklippie
“I can fly it,” Ty said, carrying the box around.
“Yeah, you believe so?” Sklippie asked, knocking on a door.
“Sure I can man, don’t you remember those spins I did with that drone Ace fixed last year?” He rattled the box from excitement.
“Okay, we’ll test it. I’m not good at piloting them, anyway.”
The door opened. “Hey, what’s up, Sklippie?” The man wore a prosthetic leg, one of the dumb ones.
“Hey Mr. George. We came for any electronics you might have for recycling.”
“Right, I have some. Let me get them for you.” The man went back inside.
“You can count on me, man,” Ty kept on with the earlier conversation. “I’ll train hard.”
Sklippie chuckled. “I know you will, Ty. Don’t worry about me. It’s Ace you gotta convince to let you pilot the drone, not me.”
Mr. George cam
