Book of the Tugsten Series.
Following Season Three and Four of The 100
Ranking
#72 in murphy 11/03/2020
#4 in mecha 10/07/2020
#13 in grounders 02/11/2019
#73 in bellamy 05/05/2020
#7 in engineering 07/02/2020
#74 in ravenreyes 05/05/2020
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"I used the EMP. She's back."
"Which I would have told you, if you hadn't rushed in here like a station on fire."
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6 years ago.
"Oh hell no" I try to yank at the toolbox giving the blonde boy a fiery look "I touched it first. It's mine."
Rolling his blue eyes the taller boy shakes his head "Sorry little one but the middle school is on Arrow Station so that makes this mine." When he yanks it away from me I grip the handle tighter and haul it back my way which causes this boy to glare down harder at me.
"It's both of yours", Sinclair speaks up from the doorway. Without ceasing my grip on the handle I watch with Blue Eyes as Sinclair wanders down amongst the rest of the new apprentices. "We've not got access or parts for another workbench so the both of you just volunteered to share."
"Share?!" The two of us exclaim, our eyes bludging from out sockets.
"That is what I said yes?"
"With all due respect", I speak up giving the toolbox another hard defiant yank "I'm not partnering with this moron."
"And..." Blue Eyes drags out as equally as adamant "I'm not sharing a station with a child." With a hard tug on the toolbox, my grip fails me, the metal sliding right out of my grasp and into his. Noticing my furious gaze, Blue Eyes shrugs before raising a smug eyebrow.
Giving us a stern look, Sinclair points to us with a tablet "Both of you are sharing and that's the end of it until we can get another workbench in here. Who knows- you guys might end up the best of friends" Neither of us start us again as Sinclair begins to give out assignments. They are small, most likely testing out his new apprentices to find the weak links which only makes me roll my eyes. I can run laps around these apprentices. The last thing I need is a partner weighing me down to the back of the pack.
"Fine", Blue Eyes caves as I slowly walk around the other side of the bench "But you better hold your own little one." Dropping the toolbox back on the bench with a slam, Blue Eyes leans on the workbench sternly "Nothing here's cheap labor."
