Chapter Forty-Five
Erik and Jia stepped into the small private hangar.
Alina’s message had directed them to an exclusive private spaceport on the edge of Neo SoCal. A modest boxy cargo transport was parked on thick landing struts. It was neither the sexiest vessel nor the largest Erik had ever seen, but he recognized it immediately—a Rabbit-class Small Transport produced by Yangtze Heavy Industries. He’d seen more than a few in his time on the frontier.
Quick mental calculations told Erik the cargo bay could hold two MX 60s, or one MX 60 and a decent number of ammo boxes and small drones.
With a rumble, the cargo bay door lowered to form a ramp. Alina stood in the cargo bay, her arms crossed. Unlike the last few times they had seen her, she wasn’t in disguise—although Erik wasn’t sure
