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Brock hurried down the dusty tunnels of Leicester Square,
stepping onto the Tube's busy concrete platform. People
were spilling out everywhere, and agonising pains
thumped through his head like a revolver firing continuously
at point-blank range. An announcement blasted through the
Tube's crackling intercom as a train rushed through the tunnel.
Turbulence forced air and dust into the dreary station platform
and into the faces of eagerly waiting passengers flocking
to its doors. The red doors screeched open and Brock pushed
himself inside the Tube and its hot, sweltering atmosphere. He
stepped over to an empty seat, collapsing into its hard fabric,
taking in a gulp of the stale air. The doors slammed shut and
the train whizzed through the dark tunnel like a funfair ride.
"Tickets, please," shouted an inspector.
