“I can handle myself.” Mason looked down at himself and the evidence that his last fight was what had landed him in this position and rolled his eyes. “All evidence to the contrary aside. I can handle weapons, been hunting for food since I was a kid.” He bit his lip. “I want time to copy and repair my Book of Line, and I want access to learn more from Dr. Anthony and Liza.”
The fed stood and rested a hand on his shoulder. “All in good time, son. All in good time.” He rubbed his hands together and took a step toward the door before turning back with a grin. “We"ll get you sprung out of here in a day or two, and I"ll take you to a training facility. We"ll have you out in the field in no time.”
Mason watched him leave, feeling for a moment like he"d just made a huge mistake, but then Liza w
