...s soon as Skyway Patrol gets its head out of its bureaucratic
ass, You won't have a safe place to hide in this entire state! What makes you
think I can help you?” Mog asked her with a smug expression. He
seemingly held all the cards right now, Brit's future entrusted entirely in his
hands. The desperate teen girl knew that he could help her, the real
question is if he would or not. Time to show Mog what she brought to the table.
Dropping her satchel
onto Mog's coffee table with a heavy thud, Brit pulled back the covering
to reveal the discorporated metal skeleton that was once the proud Cluster
queen. “Is that...?” Mog gasped, reflexively leaning forward for a better look.
Brit pulled to pile of parts back away from him, clutching them defensively.
His mouth practically watering at the prospect of learning the secrets of an
advanced alien technology, Mog reached for his checkbook and hastily offered
“How much do you want for it all? I don't have much to spare since my
government contracts dried up, but I could probably sell some of my old surplus
Brit cut him off
sharply “She's not for sale.” Seeing Mog's confused look, Brit explained
herself. “I want you to bring her back to life.”
Carefully taking the
collection of Vexus scraps from Brit and spreading them out over the table, Mog
took a cursory inspection. “I...