BOOK THREE: ANGEL CAPTIVE

Riley

A harsh acrid smell of burning copper choked me. I had seconds before the old computer was burnt beyond repair.

"Oh, sh*t." I yanked the plug out. F*ck, I must have configured the necessary amperage wrong and my homespun battery pack was too much voltage.

"Problems, Riley?" Jeryl smirked from the other side of the warehouse.

"Not at all." I gave him my best fake smile, then went back to work. If ...