We took a longer, roundabout route to out next destination, circling back on ourselves a couple of times just to make sure we weren’t being followed.
“Gonna need more ammo,” Six grunted eventually, a scowl on his face.
“You ran out?”
“Can you get more?”
“When we get to London – I have some hidden in a few places.”
“You have ammo hidden around London?”
“And some other stuff.”
Six looked up at me before I could ask any more questions.
“I barely landed a shot,” he said pointedly. “That first guy I ran into – I didn’t get near him. Whoever he was – he was so quick. Then I made it to the cathedral as that team were shoving you in the van. I took a couple of them down, but then he attacked them and killed the rest.”