The Black Vesper rocked gently on the waves. Warren leaned against the railing waiting for them. Crew members had hushed conversations about the mishap echoing. Warren was humiliated. As they entered the boat, he straightened up and strode to them, his coat catching in the wind. “Well, if it isn’t my favorite know-it-all. Before you say a word— yeah, the prototype blew a gasket. Turns out your schematics aren’t as foolproof as you claim. So, ya’ fancy fixing this mess?”
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