Angel tapped his shoulder lightly. "Anyway, your shipments are landing one after another. The workers have already started unpacking the propulsion units. The modular legs came early. The shield coils arrived ten minutes ago."
"Good," Xavier said.
"The engine tuners should be here by tonight. The grav-root stabilizers might take another day."
"Okay."
"And the expensive ones — the rare ones — those are coming through shady channels. I won't tell you which ones. You sleep better that way."
Xavier exhaled through his nose, amused. "I transferred the hundred billion."
"Mhm, I saw," Angel said, satisfied. "Good boy."
He elbowed her lightly. "Don't call me that."
Angel laughed and tightened her hold around him.
He muttered under his breath, "Only a few hundred billion left now. Maybe I should hit a casino and refill."
"You'd break their economy in ten minutes," Angel said. "Please don't."
"Maybe five," he said.
"Exactly."
