“WILL WE BE SAFE here?” Zara asked as Branwen unlocked the flat. Everyone went inside.
“For now, as safe as we will be anywhere else,” Branwen replied.
“Got room for one more?” said a voice in the hallway.
“I’m glad you’re okay,” said Branwen. “Oh, and you got your other sword back.”
Rucksack smiled. “He practically gave it to me.”
Inside, Branwen closed the door and said, “How long do you think we have?”
“Thirty minutes, tops,” said Arthur. “They’ll have your address. Guru Deep will surely have his people on the way to check your flat, and either contain or kill us if they find us here.”
“Good point,” said Branwen. “We’ll need clothes, food, homebrewing gear. Just the essentials.”
“Brewing gear?” said Zara. “We’ve got nowhere to go, and you’re worried about homebrew?”
“Oh, we’ve got somewhere to go,” said Branwen. She walked over to the table, where two boxes sat side by side. Thank you Jade, she thought. “Grab what you can, all of you,” said Branwen, “starting with these.”
“Where are we going?” Rucksack asked.
Branwen held up the first box, which was full of money. “We’re going to rent a flat,” Branwen said. She raised the second box. Inside was malted and roasted barley, a container of yeast slurry, and some bags of hops. “Then we’re going to brew a batch of GPS like the world has never seen. Now let’s get to work.”
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