John resisted the urge to take his gun out again to make him shut up. “Well, I hope they can solve it and you can be sent home,” he said dryly. “We don’t need more things coming through the rift.”
He walked after the boy, keeping an eye on him while trying to send a text message to Jack. It was better to warn him before just popping up with the brat. “So, do you have a name or something?” he asked offhandedly.