Chapter Fifty-Five
December 1, 2231, Neo Southern California Metroplex, Private Hangar of the Argo II
Erik lifted the sonic probe in one hand and the pulse densimeter in the other. Both were long tapered silver wand-like devices he could only tell apart by subtle differences in the notches on the sides. The only problem was, he didn’t know which notches went with which tool.
He growled and looked up at the small black yacht parked in the hangar. The ship lacked the size, modifications, and for that matter, the extensive weapons of the Argo, but at least he owned it. There were no ID bureaucrats or military officers telling him what to do and when he could use his ship.
That didn’t mean there weren’t trade-offs. These days it was only Jia and him flying around. There was no huge crew, a
