"I like how Harry and Ruth get to go home"
"Yes but they are just packing a few things to move somewhere else"
"But"
"Jo shut up. Be thankful we have them back together. Its fantastic to have Ruth back" Jo thought about how Ruth affects the Grid.
"Its so happy and relaxed here now"
"I know" The phone rang.
"I bet you that's Adam"
"Put it on speaker phone" Zaf picked up.
"Hello"
"You know we have bugged your houses. We have also bugged your families too" Malcolm and Ros ran over. They stood and listened hard.
"We will get in formation" Zaf gave Malcolm a look. He ran over to his computer.
"What information"
"Your plans"
"Why"
"You have ruined our lives so we will ruin yours" The phone hung up.
"Did you get anything"
"Yes. Mobile. Pay as you go. Once contract. In Canary Wharf"
"Right Malcolm get all the information you can on him. Where he works. His name" Malcolm nodded.
"Ros get Harry on the phone"
"Jo get Adam to get back here"
"Oh and Ros, check with all our families" Zaf enjoyed being in control. But his authoritative state was short lived.
Adam walked. He entered the Grid. The smile His eyes.
"Adam where the hell have you been"
"I missed you too"
"Things have changed. We got a call from an unknown name who claims to have bugged everyone we know"
"How could they possibly do that"
"Ros is looking into it" The Grid was hectic. Again. Rushing. Calling. Shouting. Typing.
Harry and Ruth looked about for bags. They had been busy all day. Ruth sat on the sofa and sighed.
"Something wrong"
"No. Just"
"What"
"Im tired"
"Have a snooze then"
"Join me"
"Don't mind if I do" Harry sat beside Ruth and she out her head on his lap. They talked about things. Life. Dreams. Hopes. So much for going to sleep. Ruth was talking and joking and Harry chuckled in his way that makes everyone weak at the knees with the sound of his tantric voice.
The Grid was silent. The man who phoned. Mohammed Khan. Had been found dead. Canary Wharf Dockland Station.
"What happens now"
"We wait for the rest of them to fall"
"Keep going. The search is more acquired" The team listened to Adam. His voice. Besotted. Cheerful. He felt like his soul had been reborn into a world of perfectionism. Relaxation. Trust. Friendship. Passion.
"Why are you so……Happy Mr Carter?" Ros asked with slight intrigue.
"I read this art"
"It's a certain person called Jade Everett, isn't it"
"No. We just had lunch. As friends" He felt such a pilock. Again. He hated being a pilock. For obvious reasons.
"Oh. Hope you enjoyed it. Do you like her"
"Yes. She is an inspirational person" He felt better after saying this.
"Anything else"
"No. How are you getting on"
"Fine. Me an Malcolm"
"I meant with this with this whole fiasco" They both laughed. Ros could tell Adam was a lot better. Less of the PTSD Adam and more of the Happy-Go-Lucky Mr Carter.
Harry opened his eyes. Ruth lay beside him. He didn't remember going upstairs and getting undressed. With Ruth. Who had a smirk on her face as she slept. Her deep. Slow breaths. Were calming. Harry put his dressing gown on and headed downstairs.