The Crossroads of the Aether
Dodger has not received any gifts yet
Dodger was sweating bullets, but between the damp air from cracked steam pipe next to his face and the constant rain shower of the fire suppression system the perspiration did not register. He ran a grimy gloved hand through his carrot orange hair and bit down a little harder on the handle of the screwdriver he held in his teeth. If his companions had not blown a hole in the electronic lock with a shotgun, it would not be such a hassle to open it now.
“Dodger” his female teammate,…Continue