TYSON
The next day, Blake rounded up his troops and we headed up north. We bused the chosen warriors and came up with a cover story that they were part of an intramural sports team that was going to compete in Quebec, just in case any questions got asked at the border. Blake and I took his car and rode together.
Before I left, I got in touch with my brother to keep tabs on how he was doing with arranging a chartered flight with as many of our warriors as we could fit. While I told my brother not to worry about coming, he couldn’t help himself and jumped on the same flight with all of them. I smiled—my brother was a good guy, and I knew he'd always have my back. Although, I'd probably try to keep him in charge of the logistics rather than fighting on the front lines. He'd never been train
