The van rumbled, and Jack was jostled about in his seat. It had been like this the whole way down from Southampton. Fortunately, that town had a SlipGate that was out of range of Slade"s jamming field. Truth be told, Jack had worried that they would come up against resistance when they passed through New York"s city limits, but it seemed as though Slade wasn"t interested in keeping people out; he just wanted to make sure his precious hostages didn"t get any bright ideas about fleeing the kill-zone.
Jack would have loved to know whether they might have passed any cars on their way out of the city, but unfortunately, the only light in this black van came through the windshield, and he was too far back to see anything outside.
Dressed in blue jeans and a light armoured vest over his blue t-
