"And where's that?" Coira asked.
"We'll be there soon, Sunshine," the pilot replied. "Get the kids to do their coats up tight. It's cold down there." The man glanced at them in the inside mirror. "If you want to keep the brats safe, I wouldn't advise anything silly, just follow my orders and within a couple of days you'll all be safe in your mommies' arms."
"Mum or mummy," Coira spat. "That's an American word that we don't use."
The man grinned. "Yeah, I heard you were a pretty independent lot down here."
"And why not?"
"Hush up, Coira," Hamish cut in. "It doesn't matter."
The man nodded at the seat across from him that held a canvas bag more like an old military kitbag than a modern backpack. "You'll need that. It has food and other bits, enough to keep you going for a week or so."
