The Range Rover was chunky, and black, with blacked-out windows.  Its wheels were massive.

The carriageway was wet.  Surface-spray flew in all directions.

Ramone was driving – as usual – and his driving was bordering on reckless – as usual.  He angrily under-took a small hatchback, which he deemed to be driving too slowly in the fast lane, and mouthed an irritable insult at the driver.

Anne-Marie was in the front passenger’s seat.  She was dressed in black, and she was wearing a baseball cap which covered her bright eyes; she always wore a baseball cap when ‘the team’ went out on one of Christian’s assignments.

Brendan was sprawled out on the backseat.  He was also wearing a baseball cap, further disguising his ‘Dr Rose’ identity.

The wipers were on full-speed, pushing away the endless rain and surface-spray.

“How long have we got?” Brendan asked, leaning forwards between the two front seats.

Anne-Marie checked her wristwatch, “According to Pascal... the ‘event’ will happen in sixteen minutes.”

“And still we are five miles away.” Ramone said, “This will be tight!”

There was a hint of irritation in Ramone’s voice.  He knew this was important to their aged leader, and he hated letting Christian down.  He’d do his damndest to get there in-time!

Brendan reclined back onto the backseat.  He stared thoughtfully out of the window, “Do you really think it works?” he asked, “Can Pascal really predict the future?”

Anne-Marie turned her head a half-turn towards him.  “Dunno.  But he seemed pretty convinced, didn’t he?”

“But what the hell is it – this Navitas?  Where did it come from?”

Ramone slammed the breaks on.  The Range Rove lurched to a halt, inches behind a small red hatchback; a kid in the backseat looked up at the imposing hunk of black bumper with a mix of fear and wonder.

“Come on!” Ramone barked, making hand gestures at the driver in front, “Come on!  Move!”

“This is massive!” Brendan said, still staring thoughtfully out of the window, “Seriously... massive.  If he’s right...”

“It sure is,” Anne-Marie said, nodding, “But can it be wise to meddle with the future?  Does Pascal really know what’s gunna happen if we interfere with ‘the event’?”

“No.  He told us he didn’t.” Ramone said, flooring the accelerator as he overtook the small red hatchback, “But I trust him, and I trust Christian!”

“It’s not about trust,” Anne-Marie said, “They don’t know what’s going to happen any more than we do!”

“Wanna bet on that?” Ramone asked, flashing her a sideways glance.

Anne-Marie didn’t answer.

“Yeah, just chill, A-M.” Brendan said, “I’m sure the old boy knows what he’s doing.”

Anne-Marie swivelled her head enough to scowl at him.  He grinned and winked at her.  She sneered and turned back round.

“Besides,” Ramone said, “It doesn’t matter what we think.  You heard Christian – we’re in a war... Good against Evil... and we’re losing!”

“And it’s up to us to change that?” Anne-Marie asked, doubtfully.

“What difference can it make?  Really?” Brendan asked, “This ‘event’... really, how much difference can it make to the energies of the world?  The phrase 'a drop in the ocean' comes to mind.”

“Putting a drop in, is better than taking a drop out.” Ramone said.

The traffic lights ahead turned to amber... then red.  Ramone floored the accelerator and speed through the red light.  A bright light flashed.

“That traffic-camera got us.” Anne-Marie said, nonchalantly.

“Remember to tell Pascal,” Ramone said, “He’ll take care of that.”

The Range Rover sped on.

A sign beside the road brandished the message: "City Centre   2 miles".