London

Chrome smiles. “I was hoping you’d say that. One of my Guild’s Goshawk 90 reconnaissance
airships has been made ready for you. The pilots will retrace the city’s tracks until you find where the girl fell. If she and her companion are dead, all well and good. If they are alive, kill them. Bring their bodies to me.”

“and then?” asks the voice.

“And then, Shrike,” Crome replies, “I will give you your heart’s desire

Chapter 7: High London, Mortal Engines