8
Gunnar
I rubbed my hand over my face, tried to wipe away the gritty feeling in my eyes. My day in Central City had been a waste. Well, not completely. I’d discovered that the transport data for the shitty little station in the wilds had been wiped clean. Not only was there no record of any Vikens transporting in and out earlier in the day, there was no record of our transport to find Sophia, nor the one of the King and Queen that followed. Nor our return to the City. How the f**k did transports of over ten people just get erased?
On purpose. So while I hadn’t found the bastard, his actions to cover his identity were not subtle and easily proved his guilt, if only we knew who he was. The VSS wanted the Queen and the baby. Wanted them dead. I wasn’t sure if I should be thankful their pl
