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The Hammersmith & City Line is operating with severe delays.
Mark wanted to punch something. Unfortunately, doing so would attract unwanted attention. He doubted he even had the space for it, with what felt like half of London squeezed onto the short platform.
Shifting his weight from foot to foot, he glanced over at Galen; the older man was scanning the crowd, looking for potential pursuers. Mark wasn't worried, though—Miles would never endanger civilian lives if he could help it.
The next train to Barking will arrive in three minutes.
Mark breathed in, breathed out, and focused on the plan.