The day was finally over.
Right after finding the blueprints, neither Blake nor Myles wasted any time.
They went straight to the last location, cleared it out, searched everything they could, and made sure there was nothing else worth taking before leaving.
Now, the two of them were flying back toward the base.
They weren't too far away anymore.
Blake's stomach, however, was making an entirely different argument. He was quite hungry!
He had eaten a surprisingly nice lunch hours ago, mostly because he'd discovered something extremely useful about the suit.
It could literally store food.
Apparently, the armor had a small insulated compartment designed for supplies, and Myles had already taken care of filling it for him.
So, technically, Blake had been fed. But it was a while ago, so now he was starving. It was eleven at night, after all! Unfortunately, way too late for dinner.
But Blake couldn't imagine sleeping on an empty stomach.
"I'm hungry."
