Ryan's POV
Staring at the USB drive in my palm, I sat on the side of my bed. Despite its small size and unimportant appearance, it contained enough proof to completely upend Ron's universe. Anger boiled beneath my skin, a steady, relentless pressure that made my fingers tighten around it. Have you seen a steam engine before? Well me neither, but I believe I looked somewhat like that. Not a flattering image of a guy like me, I know. It is what it is, though.
I ought to have felt triumphant. I should have felt as though I was half way there to the point of victory. Sure, Ron still walked and we hadn't succeeded in doing any to solve the problem he represents, but I can say we have made lots of progress already. And most importantly, we are still f*cking alive and kicking! That counts for s
