Biker-in-law's Death Kiss
the smart core said, and the basket tilted again, creaking like old bones under pressure.
Colt slammed down hard against the override switch with his fist this time, and sparks flew, the screen flickering like old television before prime time came on.
“Altitude dipping. Initiating emergency descent,” Smart core said, and Colt swore.
“No you don’t, you shit,” then he yanked the auxiliary lever as I wondered where exactly we were and would descend to.
The basket finally steadied, the flames burning again at a normal rate, and my head fell onto his shoulder.
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