“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 ahead of the bomb, and had decided to exact revenge on as many Irregulars as they could before leaving London. If so, it was a good sign, because it confirmed that zero hour was still some time away.
Of course, he wouldn't have put it past Miller to not even tell many of his soldiers that the countdown had been triggered.
They hid along the street from the tall office building, listening for danger. Rhali was alert; Jack waited for something to happen.
“Looks deserted,” Jenna said.
“That's the way Breezer wants it,” Sparky said.
“Yeah, but…Rhali said there were loads of survivors coming this way. I thought we'd see some sign of that.” Jenna turned to Rhali, who was leaning against Jack. He propped her up. She was growing tired very quickly, her months of abuse at the hands of the Choppers all too apparent.
“The upper floors,” Rhali said, nodding. “There are scores of them. And…below us. In the tunnels and the Tube lines. I think there's a way into the basement of the building.”
“Right,” Jack said. “Well. Front door, anyone?”
“We're becoming regular visitors to the place,” Jenna said.
“Yeah,” Sparky agreed. “They should give us season tickets.” His eyes opened wide. “Hope they've got some of those great burgers on the go!”
“The dog burgers?” Jenna asked. “Ewww.”
“Dog, cat, rat, don't care what they were. Tasted divine.”
As they approached the building, a voice called from shadows. “Howdy, Jack. How's it hanging?” The girl walked from the building's lobby, leaned against the door and put one hand on her hip. She grinned.
“Fleeter,” Jack said, surprised.