Vall Vosstien heard the word come out of his offspring’s mouth, but he still had difficulty accepting it. Hunter wasn’t the sort of man to let loose with a vulgarity, no matter what the circumstances, and the one he’d just uttered had been a juicy one.
Leaning over the engine of the slider to where he could see his son tackling the steering column from beneath, he drolly commented, “I take it you learned that one over at Guardian Command.”
“Sorry, Dad.” A tiny grin creased one corner of the young man’s mouth.
“That throttle giving you fits?”
“Big time. How did you manage to get it in this casing in the first place? Damn thing’s too big.”
“It was tricky, but if you run your diagnostics, they’ll tell you you’ve got a sixtieth of an inch leeway. Try pulling it out and rotating it fi
