Chapter Thirty-Seven
October 6, 2228, Central Florida Metroplex, en route to Reeves Transportation Center
Jia frowned at Erik from the passenger seat of the MX 60. “You should at least let Emma drive. You were only in the hospital for a day. Less than a day! You were almost blown up. I know you’re tough, but you’re not immortal.”
“I agree,” the AI offered. “Then again, I always think I should drive. Your human gut instinct only goes so far.”
“I’m fine, Jia.” Erik grinned at his partner. “My back will take a few days to heal, but I’ve got all those hospital-grade nanites doing their thing now. And I wasn’t almost blown up. I just got a little burnt, is all. Any double grenade explosion you walk away from is a good one.”
Jia rolled her eyes. “You’re incorrigible.” She sighed and rested
