As Adams drove away from the house, smoke billowing in the rear-view mirror, he felt cold. The road ahead was clear, and he knew that somehow he had to stop Curtis. It wasn"t just the death he would cause, it was the devastation for England once the Institute strengthened their hold. Curtis couldn"t be permitted to launch his attack. The world couldn"t know about him.
Morning light struck his windscreen, and he realised he was cutting it too close to making the Blackwater train. If he pushed his speed, he might just arrive in time to see it leave the station.
His phone started vibrating. He looked at the caller ID and frowned.
“Bellamy?” he said, putting the phone on speaker. “Where the hell have you been?”
“Sir, I, eh, I think I"m in trouble. I think I"ve messed up, Adams. Really mess
