Jessie nodded past her to the open belly of the plane. “What’s up, and why is Marco puking at the edge of the hanger?” “Oh, nothing big, just Doctor Frankenstein deciding she’s gonna conduct an autopsy on my plane. Y’know, when I agreed to fly for Vigilant, I didn’t realize y’all were batshit crazy.” “To be fair,” Jessie said, “ten minutes of talking to me should have made that clear. Most people figure it out even faster than that.”
