37: Brice
Brice
Brice clocked Tek as soon as he swaggered into the rec area, flicking his hair from his face, smiling at everyone. He reminded Brice of Piran—cocky, crude, and annoying.
And, judging from the way he handled his Proteus, good at his job.
“You want to see some real flying?” he’d said when they were half an hour out of Campus Town.
“You mean I only imagined you take off?”
Tek grinned—knew Brice was joking. “Could’ve done that on auto. Didn’t, but where’s the skill in following the level, yeah? Like to push myself, test my bird. You know?”
“Sure. You’re the boss.”
Which pleased Tek. The lad—he was older than Brice, but his attitude made him seem younger—liked to be the centre of attention.
Brice had used that, as soon as he’d read it in Tek’s noise, back at the
