Pete nods. "Meg, meet us at Whitehall." He hangs up, just as the extraction team shows up, guns at the ready.

He lifts a hand. "Stand down, people," he orders. "Let's get this one into the truck without jostling it too much. No tranqs, no guns."

He follows the team out as they help Kitty get the Hybrid out of the Tesco's and turns to the frightened clerks standing out side. "Right. Sorry for the mess. We'll be in touch with a clean-up crew in the next twenty-four hours."