what he probably assumed was a nonsense tip anyway. Baby steps.
"Yes, sir. I will."
Charlie packed up her things just like Diane had done earlier. This was her chance to make an impression, and she wasn't going to waste it. If she hurried to the airport, she could catch one of the afternoon flights to London herself. And then...
Crap, would she need a passport? No, she wasn't leaving the country so any form of ID would do...
Her heart was racing now. This was a massive risk. Penderton had allowed her to leave, but that didn't mean she had a travel budget. Any expenses would come out of her own pocket.
Charlie grabbed her bag and took a deep breath before racing out of the office. She could feel her colleague's eyes on her as she left. She was the rookie. Her early departure would spark a lot of speculation and gossip.
Let them talk, Charlie thought when she reached the elevator. What do they know?
Instead of worrying about her reputation anymore, she checked her wallet. She had a twenty and some change. That was all. In the compartment behind her driving license and unused gym membership card awaited the one thing that would make her crazy plan possible. Charlie retrieved the carefully wrapped up little packet and peeled away the sticky tape that sealed it.
After making the final payment last year, she had promised herself not to use it unless it was absolutely necessary.
The blue and white logo greeted her like an old friend. Charlie checked her watch. There was no other way to get to London on time. She had to hurry. She had to find James.
She had no choice but to use her emergency credit card.
Chapter Five
James looked out the window as they drove through Central London. Red double decker buses, black cabs, and famous landmarks greeted him.
He had never expected to be invited along on Henry's trip to London to meet with human government officials. In fact, he would have preferred for himself as well as the rest of his group to stay home as planned. They were courting danger; as they'd checked in for their flight, he was certain they'd get caught.
But Blacke was here too, doing the exact same thing, potentially with a head start. And James knew Blacke the best out of everyone in the New Alliance. He was the one most likely to predict his behavior.
So he'd agreed to make the trip. And so far, it seemed that the human authorities hadn't caught on to them yet.
The local New Alliance leader Eric had done his part and set up a meeting with his local Member of Parliament; he was a constituent after all. But that wouldn't be enough. Blacke would be planning to meet with someone much more important, and they had to somehow achieve the same.
As they drove along Whitehall, James just about managed to take a peek into Downing Street, where the Prime Minister's residence and office was. So this was it. The center of the human power structure.
It was a far cry from the comparatively modest and small Alliance HQ in Stirling where James had worked for years. Sure, the Stirling mansion was impressive, but it was just one building. These people had an entire borough dedicated to the government it seemed.
The security around this part of London was equally impressive. Armed police guarded important streets and buildings. Did it always look like this? Or was it due to last night's big reveal that security had been stepped up? Were they perhaps on the lookout for James and the other occupants of this otherwise inconspicuous rental car?
James had never been to London before. Still, his mind refused to stop analyzing what he saw.
No doubt this was exactly the reason Henry had asked him to come along.
James glanced at his fellow passengers. Henry, Gail, and Eric looked determined. They were working towards one firm goal: get some kind of deal with the government in place before Blacke managed to do the same. Or at least minimize any damage Blacke was going to cause.
As they came up to Westminster, their expressions changed,