The lights in the Scrappy’s shuttle bay were hard on Jack’s eyes, but at least the place was quiet. Sometimes, he just needed a break from all the socializing. He liked people – he really did – but they had a way of wearing him down. Except for Anna, of course; he always felt recharged after a few hours alone with her.
But most people were a trial, and being in charge of things? That was a goddamn ordeal. The last few days had taken a toll, no doubt about that.
Jack stood by the shuttle’s rounded nose, skimming through the contents of a tablet. He had been studying Ezryn’s geography for the better part of an hour. Specifically, the Eradian continent. Compared to North America, it was small: only about fifteen hundred miles from coast to coast. But it was packed with all sorts of differen
