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mother and she had escaped London.
    And not with what he had now. A curse, perhaps. But some of the things he could do…
    “I can't,” he said, answering no one in particular. But they all seemed to know what he meant. “I'm looking. But there are limits. It's still confusing.”
    “Maybe we need to be a bit more creative,” Sparky said.
    “What do you mean?” Rhali asked.
    “Dunno. Lateral thinking.”
    “So let's think laterally while we walk,” Jenna said.
    Fifteen minutes later they heard motors and ducked into a pub doorway. Jenna tried the handle—locked—and Jack grasped it, eyelids drooping as he delved inside, and he heard the lock's tumblers rolling and clicking. He pulled the handle and the door fell open. They tumbled inside. Sparky shut the door gently, then peered through a dusty window as the engines drew closer.
    “You picked the lock with your fingers,” Rhali said. “That's pretty amazing.”
    Jack smiled, blew on his nails, polished them on his jacket.
    “Four Land Rovers,” Sparky said from the window. They allducked down and fell motionless. “Choppers. Couple of them are sitting on the Rovers’ roofs. Got rifles. They look…odd.”
    “Odd how?” Jack asked. The vehicles passed by without slowing, and Sparky waited until the engines were fading before answering.
    “Like they haven't washed in a while. Dishevelled. You know?”
    “Smelly, like you,” Jenna said.
    “Yeah,” Sparky replied. He looked troubled.
    “Desperate,” Rhali said. Jack realised that she was hunkered down beneath a table, shivering, and he sat beside her. Her eyes were wide and fearful.
    “They've gone,” he said softly.
    “They're hunting,” she said. “Looking for revenge. You told us what Reaper and the others did to the Choppers at Camp H. Killed them all.”
    “Yeah,” Jack said. He'd watched the Superior they'd rescued from the cages freezing the Choppers, seen them fall and break apart like fragile statues. No mercy. No humanity.
    “So they're looking for us,” Jenna said.
    “Looking for anyone,” Rhali said. She closed her eyes and frowned. “And there are plenty of people around. Lots of movement, through back alleys and beneath the city.”
    “Movement where?” Sparky asked, still watching from the window.
    “Towards where we're going,” she said.
    Jack stood and went to Sparky. “Clear?”
    “Think so. What do you think?”
    Jack shrugged. They were all watching him, but it was Jenna who answered.
    “Breezer's calling them to him,” she said.
    “Perhaps. Planning an escape, maybe.”
    “So he's doing what you can't,” Sparky said to Jack. “Communicating with everyone.”
    “Perhaps,” Jenna said. “But he doesn't know how long's left, like we do. We've got to get to him, tell him we should try Miller first. If Breezer just tries an escape, they might all be massacred at the Exclusion Zone.”
    Jack glanced at his watch. “Come on. Less than fourteen hours.”
    “That's if what Nomad said was true,” Jenna said. “She spooks the hell out of me.”
    “And me,” Jack said. “But I don't think she had a reason to lie.”
    They left the pub and moved along the street, listening for more engines. Choppers were abroad, intent on murder. Just another day in the toxic city.
    It took another hour to reach Trafalgar Square, and from there they moved east until they were close to Heron Tower where Breezer had once made his base. They had to hide twice more from roving Choppers, the second time almost getting caught when a large foot patrol approached along a narrow side street. It was only Rhali's gift that warned them, and they ducked into a Tube entrance with seconds to spare. It was the first time they'd seen a Chopper patrol without vehicles of any kind. There were at least twenty of them, all heavily armed, and it marked another change to their methods.
    These soldiers also looked more rag-tag than usual. Jack wondered whether they'd been given their marching orders