The flight back to the capital was uneventful, which, for me, was a novel experience. Usually, there was a kidnapping attempt, an explosion, or at least a severe bout of turbulence. This time, the *Chimera* just sliced through the clouds like a hot knife through butter, leaving the Southern Ocean behind us.I was in the pilot’s seat. Armano was in the co-pilot’s seat. He had his eyes closed, his head resting against the headrest. He looked pale. The blood on his forehead had dried, flaking off onto his uniform collar."You look terrible," I said, breaking the silence."I feel like I was run over by a truck," he mumbled, not opening his eyes. "And then the truck backed up and ran me over again.""That's what happens when you climb a wet rock face in a storm," I said. "It's called natural selection. You're lucky you're alive.""I'm lucky you came," he corrected."I came for the drone," I lied. "I figured if you died, I'd h
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