This time it was Hunter who put a heavy arm around Juniper, “Let’s go down and see how Forest is doing. I think he managed to stop a lot of the drones. Otherwise we’d be cake.”
She looked up at his head, his huge head, his enormous unshaved face, little more than a silhouette against the burnt-out sky. An enormous weight fell from her shoulders. Now it was her time to take a break.
She fell to the floor, spent, vaguely happy. Hunter picked her up.
The Slow King was raving. They’d taken his microphone. They’d taken his phones. He stood in a wide circle of Britain’s finest armed forces. He’d been charged with attempted m*********r and sedition. He had no more control over his life than the average man. He didn’t care.
Olive no longer tried to hide. She stood on the deck, watching the cra
