Bab 1005: Alexander - Trust me.

As Major Perez chased us off with a tomahawk steak after actually KEEPING the gifts we gave him, I felt really good about making him be the temporary caretaker of our Family house—maybe even along with Jesus and his crew—while being our guest of honor at the same time. I'd probably need more competent people or just straight-up people I could trust that could stay in that place but we were really in a fucking rush to do something about it.

Temporarily closing this chapter in my life, it wouldn't take long before this rush to get home embarked on its final stages.

The drive to our ship wasn't too much trouble or eventful because only a fucking idiot would try to stir up trouble with this armed convoy, especially if they knew that several of its passengers were high-profile individuals.