En cours de chargement...
Well, that could've gone better. Saru had found the blue-eyed girl alright, but she'd blown up half of Philadelphia in the process. Whoops. Now she was a fugitive, robbed of her implants, relying on her "wits, " hunted by aliens, Gods, and the monstrous spawn of fornicating universes. It was a crap deal, but it wasn't all bad. She'd stolen a plane, a luxury model with a fully stocked minibar. And she had company, a rogue Gaesporan named John.
And there was something strangely liberating about having screwed up so badly you couldn't really do worse.