London Eye: 1 (Toxic City)(46)

“They're trying to kill us,” Emily said. “I saw that man, Gordon, and his head…his head…” She did not cry, did not sob, yet her words would not come.

“I know,” Jack said. “But we're going to get out of here, I promise.”

“And then we'll go and find Mum and Dad?”

“Yeah.” He hugged his sister, and for the first time he thought of how finding their parents alive would change the relationship he and she had developed over the past two years. He hated the selfishness of that idea, and could barely understand it. But they had embarked upon this time of change eagerly, and perhaps now, when everything he knew and loved was under dire threat, was the first time he had truly considered the effects such change would have.

He could still hear gunfire in the distance, and from somewhere far away another explosion vibrated through the building. A large pane of glass in the window cracked.

“He's gone along the corridor,” Rosemary said. “Jack, a second?” She was waving Jack to her without taking her eye from the spy hole.

Emily squeezed his hand and nodded.

When he reached the woman, she was holding the gun down by her side. But she was still shaking. “Professor Miller,” she said without any prompting. “He's the head Chopper, from what any of us can make out.”

“He wants me and Emily.”

“What makes you think—?”

“I'm not bloody stupid, Rosemary.”

She sighed. “I know. I know that, dear.”

“What does he want with us?”

“Will you trust me, Jack?” She touched his shoulder, squeezing slightly as though trying to force trust into him.

“After this? After everything you've kept from us: the dogs in the tunnels; the Superiors; whatever it is you know about my father?”

“Yes, after all this, I still need you to trust me. There's plenty you don't yet know, but…it'll take some explaining. And now isn't really—”

More gunfire, this time from closer by. A door opened and slammed, followed by another, and then someone screamed in agony. The screaming went on and on until another gunshot shut it off.

“I've never done this before,” Rosemary said, nodding down at the gun. “I'm just an old woman, but I'm doing my very best for you, son. Now that it's all gone so wrong so quickly, I'm doing my very best. So please, until we get out of here and find somewhere safe to talk…trust me?”

She was pleading. She tried not to make it sound like that, but it was obvious.

Jack nodded. “Okay. But everything I do in here, and every decision I make, is for the good of my sister.”

Rosemary smiled and squeezed his shoulder again. “You're a good man, Jack.”

Man. No one had ever called him that before. No one but himself.

When they opened the door, all was silent. They crept out into the hallway, Rosemary going first with her gun, and the building sat around them calm and still. They moved quickly along the corridor. It wasn't until they were closing on the fire exit door at the end that the shooting began.

Jack dropped, turning as he did so to fall across Emily. Rosemary fell against the wall and slid down to the floor, and for a terrible moment Jack thought she'd been hit. He looked for blood, but saw none, and then she turned around, looking past him back the way they had come.

She sighed. “Not this floor.”

Jack shook his head. “This floor, but not this corridor. It's coming from the other wing. We need to go.”

They moved to the end of the corridor, passing doors that might not have been opened for the past two years. Are there bodies? Jack wondered. A sad story of lonely death behind each door? The hotel smelled musty, though not unpleasant, but he had no idea whether there would still be the smells of rot and decay after so long. He felt as though he were inhabiting two times: the here and now, with people chasing and shooting at them through a deserted building in the dead Toxic City; and the past, where people spent brief periods of their busy lives in a room in one of London's many hotels.

Rosemary reached the fire escape door first. She looked back past Jack and Emily again, but did not seem to see anything that alarmed her.

“I'll go first,” she said. “After I know it's safe…” She trailed off, her eyes went wide, and she brought the gun up in two hands. It was pointing directly at Jack's stomach.