Chapter 9
Monte Cristo walked down the hall of his hotdog-shaped blimp with a first aid kit under his arm. The contents rattled inside, disorganized from so many uses on the battlefield.
Doctoring isn’t in my job description.
He hadn’t wanted this assignment, but he had kept quiet. Wasn’t worth it to piss Grasario off, especially since he was in such a good mood now that they had captured the queen and princess.
Just stay quiet and follow orders. This post could be useful.
Outside through the portholes, the night sky sped by and the stars were blurry pinpoints of light. The gray walls made the hallway look longer than it was, and his boots thudded against the carpet. A gradient of reddish light fell over the hallway as he moved further away from the windows.
He stopped in front of a
