Judas was thinking about the recent skirmish in the London Necropolis Station. He remembered seeing Fleet Freddie’s broken wing and Shallow Dave’s face during the fight. For small people, they could really scrap. Then he recalled Sgt Lace fighting sideways on so that she could use her good eye. It had been tough, but they had all come through – thankfully.
Everyone had come together, and even old sparring partners like Cat Tabby and the Women of the Chapel had put their differences to one side to track the Captain down. Everyone except Simon, the Zealot. The weak link in the chain had snapped straight away and had used one of his lackeys to warn the Captain that Judas was on the way. It could have been horrible. He needed to speak with Simon, and he had decided that there was only one pla
