She placed her hand on his shoulder. “Let’s rock.”
Derek spoke in a raised tone. “Okay, everybody, strap yourselves in. And somebody, remind me exactly where we’re going again.”
The others strapped themselves into their seats.
Mick piped up. “We’re going to a place called Fairgrounds. It’s close to the city of Liverpool. Stay close to the ground. We don’t want to attract any attention.”
Derek inputted the coordinates.
The ship shook as the thrusters ignited. The green field slipped from view to a vista of the blue ocean. The ship then propelled forward over the waves. Derek paid heed to Mick’s advice not to fly too high.
Half an hour later, the sea disappeared below, replaced by the greens of fields and trees. There are sparse human settlements. Before long, Derek is weaving his way through the Scottish highlands. There are forests, lakes, and farms.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Maeve says.
“How much longer?” Aaron asks.
Derek shouts to those behind him. “About an hour away.”
The mountainous terrain comes to an end and is replaced by undulating countryside. Then back over sea.
“We’re almost there now.”
The metropolis appears over the water in the distance. Skyscrapers reaching up into the heavens.
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