Seven
With the blueprint in hand, I arrived on the second floor to a familiar acrid smell.
I groaned. That was never a good sign and normally meant someone no longer had eyebrows. Except for that time it had been Watt's goatee. I'd been secretly glad when that one got burned off. It hadn't suited him at all, but I hadn't had the heart to tell him when he'd been so proud of it.
I rushed through the hall and wafted away the last tendrils of grey smoke, both eager and worried to find out what happened.
As soon as they heard me coming, Derek and Watson stumbled forward so they could hide the D-FIRE behind them. The two of them looked like two naughty children caught by an adult.
Watt's damaged facial hair gave him a surprised expression that I doubt was going anywhere.
“Watt! Are you oka
