“So, where and what is this?” Derek asks.
Mick smiles. “This, my new friend is our next target. A relay station in Liverpool.”
Derek shrugs. “What is so important about that?”
Aaron interjects, “It’s an important communication portal between Earth and several major orbiting stations. The monetary cost of the damage will be enormous. We’re not going to change everything overnight. It’s about building sustained, prolonged pressure. Ya know what I mean.”
“I understand. Tell me more about the plan. There must be something I can do to help.”
Placing his hand on Derek’s shoulder, Aaron replies, “When I heard what you had done, I said fair fucks. A guy in a chair, breaking our Maeve out. I said that, didn’t I say that, Marcus and Charles?”
They reply in unison. “Yes, you did.”
Aaron looks directly at Derek, “I knew I was going to like this guy. And yes, I think there’s something you can do.”
Animated, they tell Derek about what they have planned. Every few minutes, they encourage him to down another whiskey. Soon, he feels groggy, and he finds it hard to follow what they are saying.
Maeve whispers in his ear. “I think you’ve had enough. Come on let’s get you into bed.”
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