While Nick was fixing the holes, he kept thinking about the person who had just tried to kill him.
Right now, the ever-present black hole in his chest was covered by a red film of anger.
Anger was a very good distraction from pain.
After around half an hour, Nick managed to create a ladder leading around the damaged part.
The metal plates where the old grips had been were just too damaged and unstable, which was why Nick had made a way around them.
Finally, Nick returned to the center and told the assistant that he was done.
"Let me check," the assistant said before quickly moving down Nick's lane.
Around 30 seconds later, he came back and nodded at Nick.
"Good work. You can leave. We'll see each other again next week," he said.
At that moment, Nick furrowed his brows. "Next week?"
