First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ Bonds of Brass
My stomach drops when I see it. Not in horror – something closer to exasperation sculpts the feeling of my mess-hall-slop breakfast bottoming out. The hangar outside the equipment room rumbles with activity. Engines firing, boots on concrete, the crackle of announcements over the intercoms. I give the cacophony only dry silence in return, because Gal Veres has forgotten his helmet.
Again.
