The radio hissed. “No worries,” came his response. “We’re with Supercop.”
Then she smiled and refocused on the task at hand, which, thanks to the lack of dinosaurs, had gone smoother than anyone had anticipated. Indeed, based on the sun’s position, it could have scarcely been later than noon—and already they’d lined up enough RVs to transport everyone in the Shambhala. Now they were just building redundancies, adding backups, and Charlotte had to admit she was enjoying the process more than she could have imagined. Just being outside, with the breeze whispering through her hair and the sun—when it was able to peek through the volcano smoke—warming her cheeks, was intoxicating. So, too, was she thrilled by the developments between herself and Red—Red who had so often seemed the only other
