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of the airplane. Bishop packed up some medical supplies too. Jonas still wasn’t feeling great and was prone to dizzy spells, so Bishop threw a variety of pills into a bag for him. There was a question that nobody wanted to ask and seemed to hang in the air, unspoken, uncertain if it wanted to be spoken out loud.
    The baby.
    Dakota said she felt fine, but Bishop was concerned that at such an early stage in the pregnancy the beating might affect her and might even have terrible consequences. He could do little more than give them support as he knew next to nothing about pregnancy. Having never had children himself, he just hoped nothing was wrong. Dakota seemed fine, but Bishop knew that any problems with the baby she carried might not manifest themselves for a while. He tried asking Annalise for guidance, but she was quiet on the matter. It was as if she couldn’t, or wouldn’t, help.
    When they were ready to go, Bishop opened the rear doors of the armored truck and prepared to load up the supplies. He had given them more than enough. He reckoned they could be in Canada by nightfall if they got lucky and didn’t run into any trouble. Problem was that they always ran into trouble. Experience told him that when things seemed easiest, they suddenly got a lot harder than you could possibly imagine.
    Jonas joined Bishop. As he picked up a bag, he looked inside the back of the van, expecting to see it empty. “What the hell?” The van had half a dozen sacks in the rear which Bishop began to drag out. As he dropped them onto the ground, they kicked up dust, and Jonas could tell they were heavy.
    “I figure there’s probably around half a million in each one,” said Bishop, as he dragged another sack out.
    “Shit, we’re rich,” said Lukas, as he watched Bishop drag the final sack out of the truck. “And you got us eating canned food? If I’d known you were loaded, Bishop, I would’ve made you at least take us out for tacos.”
    Bishop jumped down and saw the surprised faces that were looking back at him. “What? It’s not like you can do anything with it anymore. When I run out of things to burn, this will do nicely. If I hadn’t kept it in the truck it could’ve gotten damp. Plus, it’s far too heavy to go lugging around the place.”
    “You realize that you’re technically a millionaire, Bishop?” Lukas knelt down beside one of the sacks, and began examining it. “You think they picked this up from a bank?”
    “I’d say. The truck was parked up by one when I found her.”
    Jonas picked up a bag loaded with food and put it in the back of the truck. “Well, you can keep it Bishop. If this world ever comes back to what it was, you’ll need it to fix that plane of yours.”
    Lukas’s eyes widened. “Hell, yeah. Then you can fly us down to Miami. I’ve always wanted to go. Maybe we can get a place by the beach. That would be sweet.”
    “You can probably put Black Jack out to pasture too,” said Jonas, laughing. “Find a nice boy for her, you know? Raise some little Jacks?”
    “All right, boys, that’s enough. When you’ve finished dreaming up ways of spending money that isn’t even yours, we need to hit the road.” Dakota pushed the rear doors closed and looked at Jonas. “Shotgun.”
    Jonas rolled his eyes in his head. “Damn it. Fine, I’ll squeeze in between the two of you. No way am I rolling around in the back of this thing on my own. I want to see where we’re going.”
    Lukas hopped up into the truck and got behind the wheel as Dakota climbed into the passenger seat. Before Jonas could jump up with her, Bishop held onto his arm.
    “Hamsikker, take this.” Bishop held out a revolver and a cache of bullets. “I’ve got one myself so it only seems fair you should be armed too. There’s a couple more guns in the back of the truck. Just in case, right?”
    “Just in case,” said Jonas as he tucked the revolver into his pants. Giving him the gun told Jonas that Bishop truly trusted