Chapter Twenty-Six
The mechanical aliens had taken over an old, disused warehouse in Canary Wharf. The place had somehow escaped the recent regeneration of the area. It stood at the end of a lane, recently fallen snow dusting its dark, ancient roof and the edges of broken window panes.
A placktoid in the shape of a giant paperclip had brought Carrie there, carrying her within its internal forcefield. She’d been transported to the placktoid spaceship in the same manner on her first assignment, so it seemed a fitting way to take her final journey with the evil aliens.
The paperclip had led the way across London to the warehouse, the others following in a kind of procession. The attention they had attracted stopped traffic, caused accidents and left pedestrians open-mouthed and frozen in s
