“I work out at Tinker's Lot,” Will says, paying for his drink when it comes up. “They have all kinds of weird stuff out there and they need people who are quick at getting out of the way if it blows up to test drive them.” He pauses for a moment, considering. He remembers the bit about the sheriff. He's just not sure if or how that connects to the Militia. “How's work for you?”
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