Chapter Fifty-One
August 25, 2230, Neo Southern California Metroplex, Private Hangar of the Argo
Erik wasn’t surprised Alina was waiting in the hangar when the Argo arrived.
She hadn’t sent a message ahead to say she would be there, but he assumed there was no way she wanted to have ancient alien artifacts sitting around, waiting to be stolen by a strike team of yaoguai and Elites.
He ordered Emma to open the cargo bay door and headed down the ramp with Jia and the two agents. By the time he arrived, Alina was walking up the ramp, her ponytail swaying.
She was in her skintight tactical suit, a rifle slung over her shoulder, ready for action.
Erik nodded at the recovered containers in the bay. “Bring your flitter in here, and you can grab these and run.” He looked past her. There was
