C8 8

Gunnar

I rubbed my hand over my face, tried to wipe away the gritty feeling in my eyes. My day in Central City had been a waste. Well, not completely. I’d discovered that the transport data for the shitty little station in the wilds had been wiped clean. Not only was there no record of any Vikens transporting in and out earlier in the day, there was no record of our transport to find Sophia