King’s Cross St. Pancras no longer felt like a station. It felt like an old wound that refused to heal.
Harvey followed Wesley Pike through forgotten corridors, suspended walkways, and abandoned platforms, moving deeper into a place where people no longer lived, they merely survived. Beyond makeshift walls and patched tents, the station concealed its secrets in darkness. Nobody spoke loudly. Nobody looked around for too long.
Inside a train that had remained untouched for twenty five years, the dried silhouettes of passengers still sat in their seats, preserved by time and fear. No one had moved them. No one had dared enter.
Further ahead, among patrols and shadows, Harvey learned the truth about the war gathering beneath London. Hidden missiles. Stations under siege. A conflict capable of destroying the last communities still clinging to life underground.
But for Harvey, only one thing mattered.
Fiona.
When Wesley pointed towards the elevated apartment guarded by soldiers, Harvey stopped seeing the station, the danger, or the coming war.
He saw only the distance between himself and the door behind which she was being held.
And in the world beneath London, sometimes two living obstacles are all that stand between freedom and disappearance.
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