Chapter Fifty-Four
April 24, 2231, Neo Southern California Metroplex, Private Hangar of the Argo
Jia’s lungs burned, and sweat dripped into her eyes. She finished the current lap around the hangar, having long since lost count.
Running and exercise felt like the wrong response to everything that had happened the day before, but she didn’t know what else to do. Her mind was struggling to accept the insane events and the deaths.
They’d barely discussed what had happened, just helped the reinforcements finish cleaning up. After that, they’d received coded instructions from none other than Vice-Director Anno to return to the hangar and stand by for further orders.
Most of the others were in the galley, though Malcolm was asleep. He’d apparently spent the entire night obsessively hacking d
