““What is your plan with these things anyway?" Adam asked. Ronan smiled his lizard smile. "Ramp. BMW. The goddamn moon." This was so like Ronan. His room inside Monmouth was filled with expensive toys, but, like a spoiled child, he ended up playing outside with sticks. "The trajectory you're building doesn't suggest the moon," Adam replied. "It suggests the end of your suspension." "I don't need your back talk, science guy.””
