London

She could even forget the Guild of Engineers’ security people, who were everywhere now,
not just the usual white-coated thugs, but a strange new breed in black coats and hoods, silent, stiff in
their movements, with a faint greenish glow behind their tinted visors: Dr Twix’s Resurrected Men.

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“No!” Clytie Potts came bounding up the steps from the front entrance. “A couple of Engineers
who were stationed outside got away,” she said. “They’ll have raised the alarm. There’ll be a guard
on the elevators, and more security men here at any minute. Stalkers too, probably.” She met
Pomeroy’s worried gaze and dipped her head as if it was all her fault. “Sorry, CP.”

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“Impossible,” the Lord Mayor snaps, gripping his arm as he turns to leave. “Tier Two is out of
bounds. The Museum is surrounded by Stalkers and Security teams. But don’t worry. They have strict
instructions not to harm your daughter. She will be brought up to join us as soon as possible. I
particularly want her to watch MEDUSA in action. And I want you here too, Valentine. Stay.”

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