Rénald heard back from Noah well after midnight, with the news that there definitely was activity at the Mount Aida enclave. Ewan made a call, telling them when he’d finished that their plane would be ready to leave as soon as they got to the airport. With that, they took off, using Ewan’s car, as it was large enough to hold all of them and their bags.
“Amazing,” Galen said, half an hour later, looking around the terminal at the New Orleans Lakefront Airport. “I wonder what it would have been like to have lived here in the thirties and seen this as it was before…well, Katrina and everything that happened to it.”
“I remember the airport, from back then. They’ve done a good job with restoring it,” Rénald replied.
“We can play tourist when we return,” Ewan stated firmly. “Our plane is read
