buildingaspaceship
Walker Bait
"We should find out one day, go spy shit on their asses, route through all the files. It would be pretty adventurous, and we could get some piece of mind." Emery grins and looks at his empty bottle. He already wanted more. Damn stuff needed to be fresh to sustain him for more than twenty minutes mentally. He was like a drug addict who just kept needing more and more.