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Grand Lodge of England, 3.01am
Martin listened to the disaster unfolding from the safety of the van, frozen and unsure what to do. He heard Morgan’s torture and watched as Natasha and her men strode out of the broken door of the Grand Lodge, put the chest into the van and drove off into the night.
Martin knew he should do something but he didn’t know what. They were on an illegal mission that the Director wasn’t aware of and he didn’t know the protocol for this situation. Yet, Morgan was hurt, or worse and he was just sitting here, but he couldn’t do anything. He felt frozen with fear and the academic side of his brain told him that it was the freeze reflex, a survival mechanism.
Martin rocked back and forwards on his seat, thoughts tripping over themselves in his head. He was just
