“Did you shoot someone?” She asked Lukas.
“Yes Ma'am” He replied, “They were resisting”.
He said it like it justified his actions. Whether that person was being subtly controlled or not, they were still innocent.
“They'll be ok though” He said, “Just a flesh wound”.
Evrim checked all-round the car to make sure there were no hidden transmitters.
“There will be more coming” He said as him and Lukas jumped into the front seats.
“Can you actually drive?” Evrim asked Lukas, to which he shook his head, “I thought not, you nearly killed us then. Okay, can you drive?” He asked again, this time turning to Gina.
Were they kidding? Neither of them could drive?
“Yes of course” She said as they changed places. She was now basically extracting herself with two armed guards tagging along, “Just tell me where we're going”.
They took off as quick as they could, Gina carefully following their directions. Evrim contacted Sheryl and informed her of the complication they had had. She knew that it meant they would be being tracked already and that someone had known and had tipped off the Elite. She quickly checked her contacts and told them she would get back in touch in a few minutes, with as safe a passage as she could find.
Sheryl still had friends on the inside, they all had their uses. If they had already been spotted in this car it was going to be very difficult to get away, so she contacted the only person she thought could help. Ahmed was an old acquaintance, another influential billionaire, also a sympathiser against the Elite, but he kept that quiet. He helped when he could, but it always had to be covert. He ran a successful shipping and haulage company and he could get them away to a safer area where they wouldn't be able to be followed.
Gina listened to the instructions carefully. She was to drive to an avenue on the East side of the city, one of the only areas that had very little surveillance, and a truck would be waiting for them there that they would be smuggled on to. Inside the truck would be another vehicle that they would drive off in once they got to the outskirts of the city, somewhere discreet and safe. Then they could get to Sheryl and the rest of the team. It was easy she was told. Of course it was.
Chapter 8 - Nano-Nano
JAMES’ HOUSE
James received the same call and went through the same process of watching the phone explode, smiling at the absurdity of it all and started walking to the meeting point. It wasn't far and he would be there in less than five minutes. He placed his headphones on and started playing music on his normal phone; he figured he'd look less conspicuous this way. He scratched his chin and there was a sudden interference through the headphones, a strange part crackle, part beep. That's weird, what was that? He shrugged it off and continued walking, humming along to his favourite parts.
It was less than a minute later when he noticed that there were other people walking behind him. Probably nothing to worry about, but he needed to be cautious, so he decided to take a slightly different route. It wasn't as quick, but didn't take him out of the way too much. He continued to monitor what was happening behind him, casually, continuing to hum along, like humming made him look completely innocent. He noticed a couple of them behind him were still walking in the same direction, not all, but enough to make him nervous. He crossed the road and scratched his head, wondering if he really was being followed or not, or whether it was his paranoia getting the better of him. As he scratched his head, he heard the same odd part crackle, part beep sound. What the hell was it? He touched his face again and there it was. He lifted his arm near to his headphones and a crackling sort of beep sound followed, again and again. What could be causing this he wondered? He saw two men still following, so he decided to take a sudden detour through an underpass. As he did this, he put his arm up to his face one last time and the beeping crackle came back. He came to the horrified conclusion that somehow, he had some kind of tracking device on him, which was causing the interference.
He came out of the other side of the underpass and sat on a bench, checking his raised arm scenario a few more times trying to figure out where the device could be. He pulled his jumper off and placed it next to his head to find the noise there again. Without the jumper the noise never appeared. Damn it, somehow, he was being tracked by his jumper. He had only been given this the other day by Tom, which he found odd as Tom rarely gave things away. He said he didn't like the style, so James said he'd gladly have it as he liked the design. So, was Tom working with the Elite? Or did he not know? He must have known, it seemed too much of a coincidence.
“Shit” James muttered under his breath.
He looked over to find the two people he thought were following him walking away in a slightly different direction. Maybe they weren't following after all, but there was definitely something in this jumper. He started thumbing around it but couldn't feel anything; it must have
