Tank POV
Savage did great meeting his parents for the first time in a very long time. He was nervous, he admitted to me quietly when Fixer was busy. He needed someone to talk to, and I was honored that he chose me.
I loved the way Fixer kept putting people in their place, taking no crap from anyone. I couldn't have been prouder if I tried.
The flight home didn't come soon enough, and the flight was getting a little rough towards the end. I could see Savage fighting to keep control of the chopper as the wind picked up, in gusty swirls, but his previous flying experience shone through, making it look easier than it was. Even Uncle Simon had gone quiet, and I could see him tense up. Uncle Simon has been a passenger in choppers often enough to understand the dangers, but me? I fully trusted
