Finch abandoned the Volvo in an area designated for coaches. The last tours had left almost an hour ago, the only people now wandering around were roaming souvenir sellers and those families with hire cars enjoying the quieter evening period. Unless it was cancelled, more coaches would be pouring in once it got dark, bringing droves of eager tourists to watch the night time light and sound show. With events developing as fast as they were, Finch doubted there would be a party here tonight.
“You take up position outside,” instructed Buer, leaning into Stone's vehicle. “Keep your eyes peeled, there's no point in us taking walkies. Once we get below ground, they'll be useless.”
“No problem,” replied Stone. His military experience meant he was more than used to taking orders. “Are you expect
