Leader always had a backup plan, it's just he hadn't ever thought he would need to use this one. He would have killed his henchmen for making such a substandard trap, if he hadn't already.

He stood in the shadow, 'oh well' he thought. 'A bullet in the brain works just as well as a bomb.'

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Harry and Zaf were just about to approach the exit site when they heard a gun being cocked.

"I wouldn't move if I were you." said a voice, which was undeniably male, and not altered by any computer software. "Drop the bodies."

Harry motioned to Zaf to stay still, and they both put down their hostages.

"Good, now I have your full attention Harry, do tell me, do you recognise me?" Leader asked mockingly.

Harry thought a while, trying to encourage the niggling feeling of familiarity to make itself known to him. As soon as it did though, he regretted it.

"You can't be. You're dead! I killed you myself, I saw you die."

"So you don't deny that you killed David McBelan in cold blood then?" The shadow responded, with malice in his voice.

"Who are you?!" Demanded Harry.

"I am David McBelan. At your service, or should that be funeral? A word to the wise Harry, next time you set out to disappear someone, make sure you have the right brother. Tony was not like me, you see, he was just a kid caught up with the wrong crowd. My crowd. I was out of town, and he agreed to run an errand pretending to be me. It's one of the perks of being a twin. Or at least I thought it was. But then you and your team came in with guns blazing and didn't even stop to research whether or not your suspect was who he said he was, or if he had a brother." Shouted Leader.

Harry was shocked into silence. The wrong brother? How could that be? But here he was. He sounded the same.

McBelan stepped out of the shadow and into the light, gun firmly and steadily pointed at Harry's head.

"I would talk some more, but tonight hadn't really gone as planned, and I'm tired of party games. Any final words Harry?"

"I didn't know. You must understand, I didn't know." Harry stuttered.

McBelan moved as if to shoot.

A shot rang out, deafening Zaf once more. He looked round at Harry.

Harry was still standing, but he was shaking.

Zaf looked across to the shooter, or where he was expecting McBelan to be standing. Instead he saw the body of the late David McBelan, missing half of his brain matter.

Adam stepped into the rubble of the open doorway and grinned, lowering his gun as he did so.

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The next day, Harry visited Ruth in the hospital. She was conscious now, but still very drained and groggy.

"Ruth, I'm terribly sorry for what happened. How are you feeling?" Started Harry.

"I feel like I've been repeatedly drugged and wired up to a bomb for gods know how many days…" Replied Ruth, and then changed her tone. "But I'm ok, and Harry, I knew you'd come for me."

Harry's look of anguish said it all. But really, it didn't need to be said.

His 'phone beeped, alerting him of the latest threat to London or England.

"I have to go, but I'll come back tomorrow. We can have lunch together. I'll bring us some sandwiches, how about that?" He asked.

"That would be nice. Lunch. With you. Yes. Tomorrow then. I'll be here. Unless I get discharged, in which case we can still have lunch but…" stumbled Ruth.

"Tomorrow." Said Harry, simply.

And with that, Harry went back to the grid and Ruth dosed off to sleep, both of them doing so with a smile.