all
dressed in their civvies, ready to blend in with the crowds.
Dr Krenshaw had been brought before them and looked
remarkably well for a prisoner. Despite his ordeal, he was smartly dressed and
still had his briefcase. The man’s colourless eyes were unmoving above the bony
crags of his cheeks and for a moment he took on that familiar corpse-like
appearance. This was the man MCU wanted, which meant he was dangerous. She had
helped a fugitive escape custody and was now about to smuggle him out of the
country.
Rupert nodded to Sarah and handed her a bottle of water,
which she swigged from gladly. Spots and Graves blanked her, standing to attention
already as they eagerly awaited instruction. Rat, as always, shot daggers at
her. His shoulder was patched up beneath his shirt, causing a bulge, but he no
longer favoured it. The glazed look to his eye was probably due to whatever
strong painkiller he had also taken yesterday.
“We won’t be coming back here,” said Major Stone. “So if you
want it, bring it. Ollie has our exit packages. Get your papers and be ready to
leave in ten.”
Sarah hung back while the men gathered around Ollie. The
last time she had served alongside men like these, she had been their captain.
Now she attempted to remain unnoticed, feeling completely out of her depth.
When the group dispersed, Ollie nodded at her to come over. He held out a
bundle of papers, which she took, surprised to see that it was a passport with
her face and first name but a different last name — Reid .
“It’s fool proof,” Ollie told her.
“How did you get these so quickly?”
“One of your father’s contacts in the city. I went out and
got them while the rest of you slept.”
“You must be knackered?”
Ollie smiled. It wasn’t just his hair that was grey but his
entire face, yet he seemed to beam bright whenever he smiled, and he had the
same glinting emerald eyes of her father. “I haven’t had a good night’s sleep
in ten years.”
Sarah ran a finger over her scars. “Yeah, I get that.”
Banded together with the passport was a one-way ticket to
Libya and a credit card in the name of Sarah Reid. Whoever her father’s contact
was possessed impressive speed and skill.
Dr Krenshaw headed after her father as he marched towards
the warehouse’s exit and Sarah frowned, thinking the so-called prisoner should
be tied up or under guard. Her father was walking with Krenshaw casually like
an old friend. They even seemed to be chatting.
“What did Krenshaw do?” Sarah asked Ollie.
“Made a bunch of people sick. Did you catch the news about
the Ebola outbreak in Reading? That was him. I hear your mates at the MCU are
after him.”
Sarah nodded. “I ran into one of them. Krenshaw must be
pretty bad if MCU are hunting him down.”
“He’s just about the worst,” said Ollie. “The type of coward
who relies on viruses and diseases to do his dirty work deserves to be put
down.”
“So what the hell are we doing with him? Why are we getting
in the way of his capture and punishment?”
Ollie laughed and patted her on the shoulder, leaving his
hand there and saying, “For the money.”
Sarah screwed her face up. “There has to be more to this
than money.”
“Not really. Money allows us to be choosier with our next
mission. We can’t always fight the good fight, Sarah.”
“There is no good fight if we help men like Krenshaw
evade capture.”
“Life isn’t black and white. I wish it was because then I
would know if I was one of the good guys or one of the bad. Tell you the truth,
I think I might be a little bit of both, but my intentions lean in the right
direction. I’m sure you understand that.”
Sarah hated to admit it but she did. “I guess we should just
try to be more good than bad.”
Ollie headed off in the direction her father had gone. Sarah
realised she was the only one left in the warehouse now and considered the
prospect of staying behind. Sure, Howard had seen her and she
dressed in their civvies, ready to blend in with the crowds.
Dr Krenshaw had been brought before them and looked
remarkably well for a prisoner. Despite his ordeal, he was smartly dressed and
still had his briefcase. The man’s colourless eyes were unmoving above the bony
crags of his cheeks and for a moment he took on that familiar corpse-like
appearance. This was the man MCU wanted, which meant he was dangerous. She had
helped a fugitive escape custody and was now about to smuggle him out of the
country.
Rupert nodded to Sarah and handed her a bottle of water,
which she swigged from gladly. Spots and Graves blanked her, standing to attention
already as they eagerly awaited instruction. Rat, as always, shot daggers at
her. His shoulder was patched up beneath his shirt, causing a bulge, but he no
longer favoured it. The glazed look to his eye was probably due to whatever
strong painkiller he had also taken yesterday.
“We won’t be coming back here,” said Major Stone. “So if you
want it, bring it. Ollie has our exit packages. Get your papers and be ready to
leave in ten.”
Sarah hung back while the men gathered around Ollie. The
last time she had served alongside men like these, she had been their captain.
Now she attempted to remain unnoticed, feeling completely out of her depth.
When the group dispersed, Ollie nodded at her to come over. He held out a
bundle of papers, which she took, surprised to see that it was a passport with
her face and first name but a different last name — Reid .
“It’s fool proof,” Ollie told her.
“How did you get these so quickly?”
“One of your father’s contacts in the city. I went out and
got them while the rest of you slept.”
“You must be knackered?”
Ollie smiled. It wasn’t just his hair that was grey but his
entire face, yet he seemed to beam bright whenever he smiled, and he had the
same glinting emerald eyes of her father. “I haven’t had a good night’s sleep
in ten years.”
Sarah ran a finger over her scars. “Yeah, I get that.”
Banded together with the passport was a one-way ticket to
Libya and a credit card in the name of Sarah Reid. Whoever her father’s contact
was possessed impressive speed and skill.
Dr Krenshaw headed after her father as he marched towards
the warehouse’s exit and Sarah frowned, thinking the so-called prisoner should
be tied up or under guard. Her father was walking with Krenshaw casually like
an old friend. They even seemed to be chatting.
“What did Krenshaw do?” Sarah asked Ollie.
“Made a bunch of people sick. Did you catch the news about
the Ebola outbreak in Reading? That was him. I hear your mates at the MCU are
after him.”
Sarah nodded. “I ran into one of them. Krenshaw must be
pretty bad if MCU are hunting him down.”
“He’s just about the worst,” said Ollie. “The type of coward
who relies on viruses and diseases to do his dirty work deserves to be put
down.”
“So what the hell are we doing with him? Why are we getting
in the way of his capture and punishment?”
Ollie laughed and patted her on the shoulder, leaving his
hand there and saying, “For the money.”
Sarah screwed her face up. “There has to be more to this
than money.”
“Not really. Money allows us to be choosier with our next
mission. We can’t always fight the good fight, Sarah.”
“There is no good fight if we help men like Krenshaw
evade capture.”
“Life isn’t black and white. I wish it was because then I
would know if I was one of the good guys or one of the bad. Tell you the truth,
I think I might be a little bit of both, but my intentions lean in the right
direction. I’m sure you understand that.”
Sarah hated to admit it but she did. “I guess we should just
try to be more good than bad.”
Ollie headed off in the direction her father had gone. Sarah
realised she was the only one left in the warehouse now and considered the
prospect of staying behind. Sure, Howard had seen her and she
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