R. Kansas

Things had, in his opinion, gone south. The man known as Kansas had slipped the receiver onto the gate’s computers, completing his side of things. It wasn’t long after that he’d been spotted and what security there was had been on him since. He’d tried to jump a ship, but everything had been closed off before he could move out. If things had gone smoothly on the other side they shouldn’t have been able to do that. Now here he was locked in a hangar like some stray dog. Well, he doubted these boys had seen a stray fight before.