DRAVEN
I sat behind the desk with my cut on and my boots crossed at the ankle and listened to all four of them run their updates like we were back in New York and none of this was strange.
Grave went first, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, chin up. "Got scraps sorted for the repair bay. Not pretty yet but the bones are there. Give me another week and bikes can start rolling through."
"Good." I nodded. "What's the hold up on the east wall structure?"
"Garrick's supply guy is slow. I'll handle it."
Varek was next, still carrying that sour energy from dinner but keeping it professional, which I respected even when I didn't like him this way. He dropped a rolled paper on the desk — a rough floor sketch of the first building. "First section is done. Needs paint, needs plaste
