”Not long after, Big Willy finished his beer and departed.“Oh, well, I had better also get on my way,” Andre uttered several minutes later.As he...bid me farewell, I gave him a knowing smile. Andre shyly shrugged his shoulders before turning and departing.The following evening I decided to have a quick meal at the pub. Once I had eaten, Gary, Andre’s dad, entered the pub and invited me to join him for a drink.“So, Lesley, are you settling in well?” Gary politely asked.“Lesley, I know that Andre. Those you couldn’t hunt to death you took their land and drove them out ... even if they were your own kind.”I gave him a look.“It’s true,” he said, “Subhuman ... third class things taking up what should belong to you. Interlopers. Less than you.”“Okay,” I said. “We’re not all like that.”“What if I told you that Abbie had been assaulted ... dying ... because you weren’t there?” he questioned. “And the police refused to do anything?”“Umh ... not fair.”“Life is not fair,” he said. “All men are. . the people outside," I said."Talk, anyway," Ingmar said, "Just be careful what you say." THIS IS CARTER JOHNSON TRANSMITTING, OVER." I was about to say it again, when a big booming voice broke through the silence."CARTER! WHERE YOU BEEN, BOY? WE MISSED YOU!" The voice on the radio was friendly -- jovial, even. I looked at Ingmar with a 'what the fuck?' expression on my face."Talk to him!" Ingmar said."THIS IS CARTER JOHNSON, TRANSMITTING FROM BROOKE ARMY HOSPITAL IN SAN ANTONIO, TEXAS.. We made sure to rent the most common motorhome on the rental market and made sure to never let the license plates be seen. Everything was in the TSIFFTS semi-trailer and we would drive the motorhome first thing to a garage where we would exchange it for the semi-trailer. We did however carry drones and the remote transmitters to operate them, just in case.I had asked Mira and Ira what sort of weapons we were bringing but they just smiled and told me not to worry. I demanded, “I want my 10mm.