Misha
Jem poked his head into the engine compartment. There was a distant metallic clang, and he winced. A voice, echoing slightly, shouted something incoherent.
“Ed?” Jem raised his voice to be heard. “You all right in there?”
The wiry man’s legs appeared from under the housing. “Nothing broke, boss, not even me.”
“Well, that’s good.” Jem waited, but no…
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