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than that – fear on his face.
    “Remember those nightmares you had about the London Underground?” he said, handing me the newspaper.
    Taking it, I stared down at the thick black headline splashed across the front of it.
     
    Unexplained animal attacks on the Underground!
     
    With my heart beginning to race and my mouth turning dust-dry, I started to read the article.
     
    Hundreds die in gruesome animal attack…
     
    But before I’d got much further, Potter had snatched the paper from me and began to read it to himself.
    “What’s it say?” I pestered, but he was too engrossed to make a reply. “You’re such an arrogant jerk!” I hissed, storming from the kitchen. I then found myself in a cozy-looking lounge.
    On the far side of the room was a roaring fire – which again only reinforced my theory that Mr. Kenner would be back soon and that he hadn’t gone far. No one would leave a fire burning in the grate if they didn’t intend to return to the house soon. How had the others missed the smoke coming from the chimney? Opposite this was a T.V. and I crossed the room and switched it on. Holding the remote, I flicked through the channels and every one of them was dominated by news stories, each one informing the world of the weird animal attacks that had taken place in London and were believed to spread across the U.K.
    Amateur video footage showed images of commuters racing from the tunnels beneath the ground and up onto the streets of London. There was footage of these terrified people being rounded up and escorted away by police officers wearing the same uniforms as the ones that had chased us the night before. I flicked through the channels and stopped when I saw Murphy’s face appear on the screen.
    “Come and look at this!” I hollered over my shoulder.
    The others rushed into the room behind me and we all gathered around the T.V., as video footage from a helicopter was being played out across the screen. To our shock, it showed us being pursued in the police car that we had taken the night before. The footage showed Isidor firing a weapon out of the back window at the pursuing police vehicles. Then it cut to clips of the police cars crashing and exploding into seething balls of flames. The video footage had been cleverly edited together to make us look like the aggressors.
    “It didn’t happen like that!” Isidor protested. “They were trying to kill us!” I glanced round at Murphy and he was looking blankly at the TV, his sharp blue eyes showing no emotion whatsoever. “They’ve obviously manipulated the film,” Luke said bitterly. “But why?” I asked. “To make us look like we’re the killers. To make people fear us,” Murphy said, and his voice was flat. I turned back to the screen to see a mug shot of Potter.   “Oh for god’s sake!” Potter snapped. “Why did they have to go and use that picture? Of all the pictures they could have shown on T.V. why they have to go and use that one? I look like a pervert!”
    Ignoring his vain complaints, Luke said, “The whole thing just makes us look like ruthless cop killers.”
    “And that’s exactly what they want!” Murphy said, now sounding angry.
    “Who does?” Potter asked.
    “ Them !” Murphy snapped, pointing at the T.V.
    I turned to see Phillips seated behind a long table at a police press conference. He was dressed immaculately in police tunic, which now had three silver pips on each shoulder.
    “Somebody’s gone and got themselves a promotion,” Potter said and made a whistling sound through his front teeth.
    Phillips’ thick silver hair was combed to one side, he was clean-shaven and looking sleek apart from the scars that ran down the side of his face. I could see the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he sat before a throng of reporters, lapping up the attention. There was a mass of microphones attached to the podium. Around each microphone was fixed a smaller collar with the names of the