Endgame: The Zero Line Chronicles Volume 2: Feed by James Frey

Author:James Frey
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-09-15T16:00:00+00:00

robbery or the protest at Berkeley or the gun store. And since no police were waiting for me at the airport, I figured that Eugene hadn’t ratted us out. Not that he would, but my mind was wandering down a catastrophic road.

I checked my watch. It was set to California time. I mentally added two hours to it and tried to visualize where Mary was and what she was doing. Odds were she was asleep. Or staying up late, drinking with Bruce. Or they were—no. I had to stop myself from imagining the worst.

During our 10-hour layover in London, Kat and I ventured out of the airport. I’d never left the United States before. It was the middle of the night, so nothing was open, of course. After changing some money, we took a taxi into town and had the cabbie drop us off at Big Ben. I didn’t know where any of the landmarks were, but we found Westminster Abbey and followed the signs to Buckingham Palace.

As I stared through the gates, I wondered what I’d gotten myself into. I was nineteen, a college dropout, standing in front of Buckingham Palace while I waited to get to Istanbul so I could plant a bomb. I was going to kill people. A Calling didn’t need to kill people, Walter had said, but it could. If things didn’t work out, I would die, Kat would die, and maybe a lot more people would die. Eugene might very well be the only one to make it out of this alive.

No, that wasn’t true. If we failed, then the whole world would face apocalypse. My death would be horribly insignificant.

It was the surviving Player whose people would live, which made my mission almost laughable. Walter had guessed that I was part of the Minoan line—which was the line I was going to end. If any one of our squads failed in their missions, or failed in Munich, then I was signing my own death warrant.

With that thought, I joined Kat in wandering the streets of London, down a long road that was lined with trees, and, as the sun rose, we found ourselves in Trafalgar Square. I ate breakfast at a pub on a side street—the full English breakfast: sausage, eggs, beans, black

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