Jinzo and Mac slipped into the city streets, walking in a quiet way, as if the streets had eaten up all the noise. For block after block they did not say a word to each other. There was only the sound of their feet hitting the pavement, fast and nervous, even though no one was following them.
In the Underground, it never rained, yet it felt like rain was coming down on them. They had their hoods up and jackets zipped up all the way, collars up. They were trying to stay warm and dry, even though it was not really cold or wet.
Mac kept looking over his shoulder, expecting something or someone to jump out of the shadows. He was really scared.
"You just do not get it," Mac whispered to Jinzo. "Victoria is not some girl you can talk sweet to. She knows things. I swear, she is going to do something to us."
Jinzo slowed down, breathing out slowly. He was not paying attention to Mac; he was just tired of his complaining.
