By the end of the afternoon, Baqer had accomplished what no other splitter maintenance tech had ever attempted, much less achieved. Jaden left the lab with a small duffle bag full of equipment that would allow him to split Ally and anyone else he’d like, with minimal notice.
“I’m going with you,” Baqer said.
“I can’t ask you to implicate yourself further, dude.”
“You’ll need help with the equipment.”
“You made it so that I didn’t need help.”
“But it’s the first time,” Baqer argued.
“You want to see your brain-child work, am I right?”
A sheepish grin crept over Baqer’s face. “Indeed.”
“You’ll never get that promotion if you get caught conspiring with me. You’ve already done too much for me.”
Baqer’s lower lip protruded. “I promise I’ll take notes for you, okay?” Jaden said.
Baqer brightened. “Come see me when you get back?”