Chapter 8

Adam walked across camp to a larger hut and entered without much ceremony. It was the middle of the night, so he didn’t really expect for anyone to be there yet, but apparently Jenkins wasn’t the first to hear from Cirilo as Phoenix, Jenkins, and a few others were already speaking with two of the three elders which included Maeble.

As Adam stepped in, and had a few others coming in behind him, he paid attention to conversation.

Phoenix was speaking, “As I was saying ... The Baron and his men are moving. We don’t have time to break down and scuttle the village. We must move the supplies and vehicles to Site D before daybreak.”

The other Elder sitting comfortably on a raised dais compared to the rest of the crowd, save Maeble who sat equally as comfortable and high, was an older Russian man Krycek. He was a stern, stiff man that commanded great respect. As Adam and others entered, he raised a hand and the room quieted. His piercing bright blue eyes landed on Adam, as did others.

“Adam. How is the girl?”

The deep rumbling voice and the strong Russian accent was as intimidating as always. Adam remembered when first coming here, having to stand before the Council and he always thought that Krycek was scary as hell.

“She’s ... acclimating. Slowly, as expected, but surely.” He never dared break eye contact first. He felt like he was staring down a tundra wolf. Deadly in all measures, and it was foolish to pay anything else more attention.

Krycek’s grizzled face broke into a soft smile and nodded, looking back to Phoenix, “Spread the word. Begin preparations to move. We head for Site D in three hours.” He waved his hand to dismiss the crowd and rose to his feet, heading out a door behind his chair on the dais, as did Maeble.

A few hours later saw Adam shepherding the last of his personal supplies and Violet on the back of his motorcycle to Site D. Violet hadn’t managed to get more sleep as, not but fifteen minutes or so it seemed after Adam left, the entire camp just erupted into activity. Adam had explained to her to just pack essentials - clothes, cooking supplies, toiletries, etc. They were packing light as the new place would already be stocked in most other things.

They left when the sky was just starting to gain daylight, and only arrived in the new camp when the sun broke the horizon. They cruised slowly on the motorcycle through the camp until they came to a hut similar to the one they were living in before. Letting Violet dismount first, Adam set the motorcycle next to the entrance and walked in with the young girl.

There was no furniture and the shelves were stocked with the bare minimum. As Violet looked around it hadn’t occurred to her how much space there really was in the other hut, but with so much stuff it had seemed to clutter the living space then. Adam stood in the doorway watching Violet take everything in. She was a picture of perfection to him and so strongly had the urge to ‘christen’ the place, as it were.