CALLUM
My neck burns where Fell injected the formula. My shoulder bleeds from the silver bullet. My hands are ruined from breaking silver chains.
But we're alive. Free. Moving.
"Left here," Tom directs from the passenger seat. He's holding pressure on a stomach wound. Not fatal but bad.
I take the turn. Behind us, two more vehicles carry the rest of our crew. Nine of us escaped. Marcus died in the fighting. Five others are still captured or dead in the warehouse.
The math is brutal. We went in with fifteen. We're leaving with nine.
"How much further?" Valentina asks from the back seat. She's chained to Professor Fell, making sure he doesn't try anything.
"Three blocks. The backup safe house in Whitechapel." Tom coughs. Blood on his lips. "We can't use primary location. Mordaunt know
