”“Got it,” Tanya told him. “We’ll do what we can to achieve that. Do what you can to give us support – at least keep an eye on us and don�...�t use any rockets. Out.“Damn!” Tanya said, frustrated. She looked around the kitchen at the somber faces waiting for her to rescue them.“We’re trapped up here,” she told them. “We can’t get out. There’s a helicopter available, but they won’t land as long as those rogue agents out there could shoot them down.”“Well,” said Béla, “We’ll just have to take them. "Please turn off the engine and step out of the car, Mr Brookbank. Ifyou'd be so good as to leave the carrier where it is..."Well, that worked a treat. Now he probably thinks I've got a bomb inthere. The headline materialises before me as plain as day: DOCKYARDBROUGHT TO STANDSTILL BY SUSPICIOUS PACKAGE. It's followed by an equallyvivid image of a P45.Long minutes later I'm in danger of eroding a trench in the tarmac as Icontinue to pace up and down outside the oversized dog kennel where. Isn't that a dead end?" Lydia asked suddenly rather hesitant."When we feel our lowest, every path looks like a dead end, Miss."Lydia couldn't argue with that logic, though it felt strange hearing itfrom a child. She certainly felt she had nowhere else to go anyway. Shestepped further into the darkness until her eyes adjusted enough to seethe boy standing at the end with his back to the wall, facing her. Heoffered one hand. Lydia cautiously placed her own hand into hisoutstretched palm and he. She bundled the rest of the inebriates into Tim’s car, took the keys from him and drove off. She dropped the others off at their respective apartments and by the time she reached Tim’s apartment, it was very late and she was very tired. That Tim was snoring on the back seat did nothing to make the situation any better. Since it was Tim who had driven her to the club she didn’t have her own car, and her flat was at least an hour’s walk away, so she knew that she would have to spend the night.