After what he’d just witnessed, it seemed that he’d hooked up with the old-age pensioner equivalent of the Terminator. The radicals weren’t going to come looking for any more hurt. But the fight had evidently taken its toll on Robert. He was pressing his right hand against his lower back and grimacing with pain as they made their way downstairs. “You all right?” Chi asked, though he felt a certain satisfaction in the fact that the man wasn’t as indestructible as he’d appeared. “I’m fine,” Robert muttered through gritted teeth. “Just keep your trap shut until I tell you it’s safe to talk.” “You know, for someone who lies for a living, you’re pretty crap at acting friendly.” “Piss off.” They reached the foot of the stairs and walked past the out-of-service elevator to the front door. The sky was clouding over, a dull English chill replacing the earlier sunshine.
