"Where were you?"
"Getting this," Flynn answered breathlessly, slinging the semi-heavy bag onto the boat. It landed with a soft thud. After this, he tugged at his shirtsleeve, covering the red lines Angelle had inflicted upon him. But that didn't make them any less painful. And they burned. "I talked to the Weather Man, too. He gave me a green light, which is great." He let out an awkward chuckle and looked down.
Some part of Juan heard the strain in Flynn's voice. "I wasn't gone too long, was I? I walked all the way to our place."
"No, you weren't too long," Flynn obliged, after a deep breath. "You weren't too long at all."
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The Line
Science Fiction[FEATURED] Juan Solo comes from the South Side, a world of deserts and heat. Zachary Flynn was born on the North Side, where the sun never shines and the cold bites. Breaking the law on either Side carries the ultimate penalty: banishment to the L...
