They sped down the quiet lanes of midnight Munich. Katelina peered over Jorick's shoulder, for the tell-tale lights of pursuers. It was strange, both trips to Munich had ended in an escape and yet this one seemed to go unnoticed.

"With a distraction like that it should," Verchiel quipped. No one commented and they dropped back into silence.

They pulled into the airfield and made their way to the tarmac where a black plane waited, lights on and door open. Jorick led them ...