THE STORAGE BAY WAS dank, dark and there was an odor she couldn’t identify floating like a rotten cloud above the cracked flash-crete. She gagged as they walked through it, and had the awful feeling her clothing would carry the stench for days. Water stains from the leaking roof coated every wall, and flash-crete panels were crumbling or just plain missing everywhere she looked. It was easy to pinpoint the parts of the bay that were pre-war era; many of the loadbearing walls were still scarred with damage from large-scale, ship-based weaponry. Why would Yetti store the spikes here? She wasn’t exactly sure why anyone would store anything here.
She was still fuming that Charley went to the bar. The two men had actually flipped a rikki card for it. Mich had been the prize for the loser. She’
