“Could it have been done before we arrived? A timer or something?”
Nizumi looked at Ruff. Her deep brown eyes seemed to pull him every time. “I’m beginning to believe anything’s possible at this point. If there was any evidence, it’s burned to a crisp.”
Unsure of what to say next, Ruff simply looked into the distance, watching waves of heat flow into the horizon.
* * *
The dude from Triple J showed up nearly before the sun fell.
He was a fat man, sweating under a stained baseball cap before he even stepped foot onto the ground.
“They call me Monkey,” he said as he shook everyone’s hand, never bothering to explain why.
Metsk escorted him to the engine room and after several minutes, the two of them returned.
Monkey took off his hat, used it to wipe his moist face, and slapped it bac
