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Nix
Six hours. Destiny had been beneath the glass of the ReGen pod for six f*****g hours. I knew she’d be fine; the initial scans had proven her injuries to be extensive but, thanks to the ReGen pod technology, not life threatening, but still.
Fuck!
I’d missed the explosion cleanup, skipped Morson’s debriefing, the fear and upset of Destiny’s sisters sounded like the chattering of angry birds in the background when we’d arrived at the medical center.
None of it mattered to me. Someone else could deal with a bunch of dead bodies. Someone else could question the traitors who’d survived, arrest and interrogate them. Make them bleed.
As upset as Trinity and Faith were over Destiny’s injuries, I had no doubt Leo and Thor could oversee the process just fine without me. They were well mot
