Elias paused. He looked back at the heavy iron door, then down at the bottle of WAAA303 glowing on the shelf. He grabbed it. The glass was searing hot to the touch, a comforting pain.
The drone plunged. For a second the heat felt like a physical force pushing in on us from all directions. The cockpit became a small room of sweating metal and shared breath. A panel popped loose and pinged across the floor like a metallic heartbeat. waaa303 hot
"Suit yourself," the bartender said, turning her back to polish a glass. "But take a bottle. It’s freezing outside." Elias paused