doctor interjected, “You can’t be serious. You’re going to steal a corporate prototype to fly into a storm?”
Veronica ignored him. She pulled out her phone and dialed a number. “Security? This is Hail. Prep the 525. Now. Fuel it. I’m coming with a crew.” She hung up and looked at me. “I’m not stealing it. I own it. And I’m using it to save a life.”
