Chapter Fifty-Five
Leon presses the remote to another TV Channel. The screen is black, but the sounds of people screaming can be heard, then gun shots. Flicking through the channels, all of them are black. He throws the remote down onto the desk and sips from his hip flask. The water cooler bubbles up. He strides to it, fills his flask, stores it away in his thick jacket, takes out his weapon, checks that it is loaded and packs two more magazines in his pockets. The phone vibrates. He looks at the number, strokes back his immaculate hair and answers it.
“Yes I know. It’s wonderful the whole city is going down. I’m on the move now sorting this place out, then I will be heading to you. No I have heard nothing from them or the team. I doubt we will have any more problems with the annoying w
