James swallowed hard. Tío, please be alive. Be fighting. We can’t win this without you.
“Then have a seat, Mr. Vega. We have a war to plan.”
Jeff gestured back toward the navigator’s seat, took back his crutches, and sat in the pilot’s chair like a fucking king on a throne. EDI sat beside him, a silver demigod tasked with executing his every command – if she wanted to.
James blinked and shook his head. His imagination was particularly distracting these days. He needed more sleep. Stay grounded, Vega.
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