“Don’t go there,” Slade replied. “The heroes are the people who work with me. The two of you are perfect examples of that. Don’t protest,” he added when Davie started to. “It’s true. However, right now, we have to get going, so go get your stuff.”
Davie and Vin did, changing into the clothes they’d worn on the plane coming out there, since they figured they’d be flying. They were correct.
Several hours later, Slade was opening the door to their new home. It was an apartment in a lower middle-class area of a city on the north-west coast.
“Nice,” Davie said after he and Vin had checked it out. There were two bedrooms, a living-dining area, and what he considered a decent sized kitchen that included a microwave along with the normal appliances. While the furniture wasn’t high-end, it definitely was better than what they’d had at the Encampment—including the fact the beds were full-sized, meaning either one was large enough to hold both of them comfortably.