Someone is taking The Rock
Well-armed, well-drilled, methodical enough to wipe their own tracks mid-assault. Not a riot — an operation. Nobody's said whose.
Raised at the table and never answered.
Well-armed, well-drilled, methodical enough to wipe their own tracks mid-assault. Not a riot — an operation. Nobody's said whose.
Engines dead, docks gone, the only route up ends in a corridor where every sign points at a fight — Docks, R&D, Administration, and whatever "Improving Grounds" is supposed to mean.
One of those is a debt. The other is a kid.
Oot took the button on one condition, and Jax is it.
Ezra Cole confessed to the assassination of Emperor Strephon, and only this group heard him say it. That's either worthless or worth everything, depending on who's listening.
Somewhere in what
Oot rattled off, each of you quietly decided one was true — and didn't say which.
In Administration:
ND-E's confiscated grimoire, whatever
Now won't talk about,
Velvet's robe. The route happens to run right past it.