* * * Hayden’s POV * * *
We sail silently away from the city. Travel is slow as we avoid areas patrolled by the TWPA, which means staying out of sight as much as possible. It was easier where the buildings were tall, and the river between them was busy. Out here, these pods stand out. We don’t want any attention.
As the buildings become less frequent, sections of sloppy mud break the surface, with an occasional patch of dull green sprouting. The twelve heads of the men who make up our team are turned towards the grassy mounds, staring at this rare sight.
“Tree!” Tubs calls excitedly, waving at the barely visible leaves just poking through the mist ahead.
“Not far to go,” Charles says. There is no need to use the intercom as our engines are near silent now that we are sailing so slo
