As Jones flew the ship toward Royal Row, lights from the tops of the suspended buildings lined up along the strip cast beams that rotated like swords fighting in the surrounding space. The closer they came to the museum, the more crew showed up in the cockpit with watchful eyes and an eagerness to get on with the job. Each was already equipped with the gear needed to do so.
Aura, dressed in brown everyday pants and a white shirt borrowed from Severn, held fast to Wicked’s hand. He was dressed in the same sort of clothes he always wore, but they were freshly cleaned and would pass for the museum. The rest of the crew wore similar clothing had spruced themselves u...
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