“Hey, what's up?” said Ronnie's disembodied voice from somewhere in front of them.
“We need you to sabotage the next event,” said Ollie in what he thought was Ronnie's general direction. “Flug can't be seen to run away with this thing. The natives are becoming decidedly restless.”
“No problem,” said Ronnie. “This looks like a straight forward foot race. It shouldn't be too hard to drop a spanner into the works. See ya.”
The only sign that Ronnie was making his way back through the crowd were the indignant looks that people gave as they were unceremoniously bumped out of the way, and the strange looks on their faces when they saw the same thing happen to someone in front of them without being touched. One guy thought it was the bloke standing next to him, and their argument ended up in a
