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From the helicopter, Tom and Commander Tap could see the systematic explosions occur one hundred metres apart, every four minutes precisely, leading up to Tom’s home. Tap had shut down the airport already and diverted forces there even though she suspected Tom’s hunch was right.
“We’re low on backup, Tom. Sorry.”
“I see that. He just needed the second guess to be wrong and he knew it would be.”
“Next move?”
“Drop me in.”
“I can’t do that. You’re a civilian. I can’t put you in.”
Tom knew what he was about to say would change his life. But he also knew the awakened pulse inside him would never quieten. It would never cease until he had the blood of that murderer on his hands. Perhaps, for the first time, he acknowledged that he was motivated by the need to do to what he could, like
