Chapter 21

“Take care, alright?” I told Anwyn as we embraced and she walked onto the ship bound for her native country of Wales.

She wasn’t alone, of course. She had Gabby, her wife, and Lewis, their recent partner, all three of them gay until Tara’s condition took hold of them. They also had thirty-five volunteers who had voted to join their expedition, leaving the bulk of my tribe still with me. It was a small band of heavily armed troops, ready to take over the place for the triumvirate led by Anwyn Slater. I would miss them and fear for them, but ultimately, I had to respect their wishes and their will.

“Vaya con Dios,” Gabby told me in Spanish.

Go with God ... yeah, that summed it up pretty damn well.

“Godspeed to you as well,” I answered her, “you’re a firebrand. A radical. Don’t let them push you around. Same goes for you, Prof. And you, Officer.”

“Thank you,” Anwyn smiled at me one last time.

“Will do,” Lewis blushed as he waved goodbye to us.

As the ship, a refitted freighter, took sail, it was more bitter than bittersweet. The only good news for us was that they would likely do some good in Wales, whether they conquered the place or not. I doubted very much that anyone in Wales was ready for Anwyn, Gabby, or Lewis ... or their thirty-five volunteers.