20: Prometheus

"D A M N   I T!" C U R S E D an infuriated Trevor Brandon who was seated in the cockpit of the small black aircraft next to the pilot.

He had been airborne since the fight with the police captain at the industry when the skies had suddenly turned red.

"We can't leave sir, its too dangerous," the pilot had been saying, "the color from the clouds is shadowing our air route plus all air transport has been called off. We can't go anywhere."

The fact that Kristina had betrayed him and that now he was stranded in the city where he was the most wanted man was not pleasing Trevor at all—not one bit.

His devious plan had been executed perfectly well, beginning from the moment when he had secretly entered the city, completely undetected and had then abruptly gotten down to his primary objective—breaking Kristina out of prison. The woman she had closely worked f