"Eh, sure. Vik, is this thing ready to roll out?" Johnathan asked. He was probably the most on-the-ball member of the team besides Nathan.

Viktor simply nodded, looking around the little hangar for anything else his father might've left behind probably.

John just shook his head and hopped down onto the cold sand. He pulled on the trailer as hard as he could, feeling the sand pour into his boots while the boat didn't budge yet. "Oi, stop lollygagging and give us a hand!" He chuckled, which pulled Viktor back into reality. Together they managed to move the trailer across the beach. "Nathe mate, go fetch our Irish ladies before we decide to set off without 'em." The Englishman laughed again, making a smile curve on Viktor's face too. Finally, after coming all this way they were going to make some real progress...

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"Dad told me Ireland was relatively safe back in 2013, save for the change in wind that spread fallout across it after the war. I can't even remember it... You were born when we eventually reached London. I really do wonder what it's like back home... If it's got any of it's former beauty." Lauren sighed, taking her sister's hand and pulling herself up.