- So, Peter, you think we are finally safe here?
- Well, this place has its challenges, but they are not comparable to what we were facing stateside. Travelling long distance over the ocean is still dangerous enough and those few who are desperate enough to try will pose much less of a danger. If we are careful enough, nobody will know we are here for a while. The population is just enough to serve three, maybe five of our kind, but with the rituals we can fit in and still have some spare space. This place is of no importance for Camarilla. The corruption from the mining and oil spill incidents will keep furries away for decades and asuratizayya have been consistent in avoiding it for centuries. Now they more likely, with the US Navy base just a few clicks away.
- Finally found your Terra Prometida? - it was unusual to see Wen smile so wide.
- Our. My contribution wasn't even the biggest here.
Wen shook her head and after keeping dramatic pause, started to talk.
- You know I'm not staying.
- I was at least going to try and convince you.
- Thinking things like that is appropriate to Mary, maybe, but you should be far wiser than that. Out of the whole team, the target on my back is the biggest one. If I stay, this place will quickly become a famous magnet for assassin idiots and eventually one of them they will discover there are others wanted here as well. You have far better chances without me. Besides, this place is boring as hell. If you guys ever get busted and some real action starts here, drop me a message and I will consider to join. Still owe you a favor, I didn't forget.
- With that attitude, you are making me question the choice to stay here... - Peter looked away from the balcony shaking his head.
- We both know there is no way you can do that. And that's the fundamental difference between us. Because I can.
Wen tipped the glass into her throat:
- Heck, this ventrue ghoul is tasty. Maybe we should have left him alive as a blood doll. Anyway, It's time for me to leave, still need to get somewhere with roof before the dawn.
Mary and Peter watched as Wen hopped over the rail and gracefully walked away towards the parking lot. As she was turned behind the corner, he turned back and cursed:
- Damn, she could be anybody in this city. It's not a bad deal at all. And don't tell me that after all these years, she is still driven by wanderlust...
Mary was hesitating heavily, but finally came to conclusion that the time is right.
- Pretty sure she isn't. But I am.
Peter waved another disappointed gesture:
- There should be a deep sigh, but I don't need to breathe. Your decision, I can understand, at least.
- I don't think anybody ever will understand her. She has been out there alone for too long.
- Are you going to join her?
- If she lets me. I still have a lot to learn.
- We have a lot of tricks to teach you as well. And we are way more willing.
- It's not about tricks. It's about finding my new self.
After a short pause, Mary moved out of the door and hurried downstairs.

Lasca stepped out of the shadows in front of Peter and caught his disappointed look:
- Please, don't tell me you are leaving as well.
- Oh, I wish I could. But I'm stuck here with your miserable ass, - she laughed. - An ancient curse, remember?
- I see. So I finally have somebody to discuss political business.
- Speaking of which, whom do we appoint as Prince? You are too famous and my looks are way too distinguishable
- I think Nibs can serve this role pretty well. Good with poker faces. You'll have to shuffle for him when he is talking to Chancellor, but luckily that is unlikely to happen more often that once a year.
- Sounds like a deal, but you'll have to do all the handwriting, - Lasca waved his claws. - I also think he will get bored after a time.
- He is fond of all the pathos, so that will take a while. When that happens, swap him with Sly, the boy should be ready by then.

As Mary approached the parking, she spotted the pickup truck with darkened windows and climbed in. To her surprise, Jester was also there and not behind the wheel.
- Told ya, she wouldn't stay come, - laughed Wen.
Jester handed the bag with 2 flasks:
- Okay, okay, you won this one. Should have listened to my momma saying not to make bets with antique witches.
- Don't exaggerate, the best I could do is Dark Ages, maybe a bit of Roman. And this one was really easy. It's same with all the youngsters, wanderlust and "searching for yourself". Where to?
- This night, we need to get to the docks. Tomorrow we move to hideout from the last week. Fifteen clicks from there is where I found the ship.
- A ship? Why are we interested in some shipwreck? - asked Mary, - Was it carrying gold or something?
- The ship. And I'm not sure it qualifies as wreckage. You'll see for yourself.