Forest, feeling pretty bamboozled, weighed up his options. Time was running out. Emilie’s sense of urgency proved as much. The world was going nuts. Getting into London was getting more dangerous every moment he sat on the couch. He had no way to get in touch with any of the other Panthers. There was a complicated call jamming system in place around No Man’s Fort. Hunter and Juniper hadn’t switched their phones on since landing. Clara and Benway were still o Stella Blue.
“It’s taped to the back of the painting of the pale old man across the room. It’s a fully loaded Glock, ready to go. Get it and then get these two idiots in here and I will have you in London before you know it.”
Emilie was too small to reach the painting.
“Pull up an armchair. The gun’s on the left side of the frame.”
