Bab 528: Bomb

As much as Khan hated the idea, Monica was right. Using her birthday as a cover-up story wouldn't only provide the perfect justification for the sudden trip. It would also force the Headmistress to grant more support, which took the form of a surprisingly nice ship.

Once the weekly lessons ended, the unlikely team returned to their habitations to retrieve useful gear before making their way to the appointed hangar. The place was empty due to the Headmistress' help, and only one shining vehicle stood at its center.

"Oh," George gasped, stopping in his tracks when the entirety of the ship entered his view. His loose backpack even slid through his right arm, falling on the floor.

"You don't have to be so dramatic," Monica giggled. "It's nice, but the Harbor should have better models."

"It's not the model," George explained, glancing at Khan's back. "It's the paint."