They turned on to Blenheim from SW Marine. The checkpoint disappeared from view.
Khandola's tail lights came on as he slowed to go over the speed bumps the residents had placed on the long straight roads to prevent traffic from going too fast and spooking the horses.
Almost all the lots here were huge and isolated by hedging. Inside were horse barns, stables, corrals. Some houses were new and large indeed, but there were many older houses dating back decades.
Once well-kept with immaculate front lawns, they were starting to look a little ragged without regular care and maintenance.
Once past the bump, the Suburban sped up again with a roar of V8 horsepower.
The radio behind him crackled with incoming message traffic.
A dispatcher back at UBC notified Khandola that their contact on Deering Island was at the Celtic Shipyard's gatehouse. He was on the telephone there, saying he believed his children were somewhere around the wharf where the army was in the process of disembarking. Understandably, he was in something of a panic for their safety.
Over the radio, Khandola had the dispatcher relay the instructions to not approach the army personnel until they arrived, and to wait at the shipyard's gatehouse.
Taras couldn't see the gatehouse all the way down the long road, but he knew they would arrive in minutes.
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