fifty one. The Finals

Hey Voidfarer, how do we keep finding ourselves here? Right smack in the middle of the viper’s nest. All tangled up in fangs and venom, coiling around the neck. Some thrive in that kinda mess, the ones that know how to shoot a target dead on with a glance or slice a major artery with the right word. Me? I’ll stick with my sidearm.  In this one Raine listens in, Xandar leans in, and H.A.R.T steps in.