Chapter Fifty-Six
May 7, 2231, Neo Southern California Metroplex, Private Hangar of the Argo
Standing in the hangar, Erik stared at the laser cannon. Lanara and her people had worked on repairing the damage to the exos, along with other optimizations, but they hadn’t touched it. The cargo flitter hadn’t survived the battle.
When the engineer emerged from the back of the Argo, her hands in her pockets, Erik walked her way. She’d been subdued since Alina’s death. While she hadn’t displayed anything close to typical grief, her lack of rudeness proved how much she had cared about her old boss.
“We don’t have orders,” Erik noted.
Lanara frowned. “What about it?”
“If we don’t have orders, there’s no reason not to do it.” Erik pointed at the laser cannon. “Everybody knows now. It’s a damned
