Decker scurried down the stairs and waited outside with the other NSF members, some were clearly concerned others were simply pumped up with adrenaline. They watched the Ambrosia shipments disappear down the secret lift behind the telephone booth. The shipments were going to be taken to through secret passages that lead to the Brooklyn Bridge. With help from the homeless civilians that lived there know as the Mole People, the shipment would be transferred to Commander Grimaldi's team who would take it to LaGuardia Airbase. Half the team would go underground now, the other half, the one Decker was going with would go back to the NSF Headquarters on 20th Street and prepare for a UNATCO assault.

The train squealed to a halt as the brakes slowed the train to a halt on the platform. The NSF members Decker was going with put on large concealing mackintosh coats to hide their side arms and sawn offs. Decker stepped onto the train and sat down next to the unaware civilians. The train restarted and chattered down the tunnel. The woman and her child opposite Decker stared at him as if they knew who he was, who he really was. Decker looked around the train. The lieutenants were on the far side and five more NSF members were further down. Decker jiggled his legs and fidgeted with his hands. He rested his head against the vibrating window. A man who was reading a newspaper coughed next to Decker. Everyone looked at him with paranoid fearful eyes as if he was a potential Grey Death plague victim. The person sitting next to him stood up and moved further down the train, the woman put her child on her lap and cuddled it, the man who had coughed went red with embarrassment and apologised, even Decker could not help but stare with prejudice.

The tunnel lights streaked past in long bright lines. Station passed, people got off, and more people got on all unaware that there were, as the authorities had labelled them, terrorists sitting in between them. Decker opened his compact laptop computer and started to type a message. As he finished the train stopped at 18th Street Subway Station. Their stop. Decker gathered his possessions and rose from his seat he walked of the train and followed the twenty plus men. They walked in groups of five across the platform. As they reached the brink of the stairs JoJo appeared in a sleeveless waistcoat, arms covered in tattoos. He nodded and they followed him.

As Decker sat in the back of the smoky pimp's car he wondered about how Young and Erin were doing. The cars stopped outside the NSF Headquarters the doors opened with a slow click.

A slow click. The sound that awoke Decker from his dream was a slow click. A click similar to the sound of the hammer being pulled back on a gun. Decker's eyes opened wide and frantic, he rose his head from the keyboard but felt the cold metallic barrel press against the base of his neck. Decker sat there frozen in fear. He could hear his heart beating furiously, pounding against the wall of his ribcage. Sweat slowly crawled down the sides of Decker's head, tingling the hairs causing and itching sensation.

A glance to the side, to the side table. The gun next to the bed was gone. Decker cursed silently, he knew it, they knew it. Decker was fucked.