Dylan went back to bed once Mars was asleep, waking again mid-morning. After getting dressed, he went into the living area to get coffee. Alastair was there, sitting at the table with his laptop open to one of the news sites.
“Did the raid make headlines?” Dylan asked.
“No. Just a mention that a gang of arms traffickers was busted and are now out of business.”
“Until Webb decides to set up again somewhere else.”
“Possible, unfortunately.” Alastair turned to look at Dylan. “We’ll be leaving as soon as Mars is well enough to travel.”
Dylan nodded. “What happens to me?”
“You’re coming with us, of course. Presuming you want to join us, meaning C21.”
“Absolutely. First off, I what else can I do at this point? It’s not like I can get a new job somewhere. We already talked about that. Besi
