Chapter Sixteen
The drop.
We reached the power station at 6:43 am. On the horizon, a liquid glow gave birth to the new day, and London began to come to life.
Battersea Power Station had been abandoned for almost ten years. The huge concrete monolith once served the entire southeast of London, but now the decaying structure—with its famous quad chimneys—sat empty, a ubiquitous presence on the city skyline.
The feeder road leading to the station was dead and abandoned, just like the rest of the grounds. Rumors of the site being redeveloped and turned into housing or a shopping center had been around for years, but for now, weeds and cracks had taken over most of the road—features that only continued to grow along the parking lot of the station. As we pulled into the lot, a white van at t
