The revolver was stored in a plastic bag in the cistern. This was generally considered a good place to hide things; although law enforcement had long got wise to that. Marie did not plan on having the police visit her anytime soon.
She pulled it of the cistern and threw the empty bag into the bin; she'd get another one later. She checked the revolver was loaded and then stuck the weapon into her waistband.
She headed out of her flat and locked the door. Walking over to the central area, she pressed the button to call the lift. It actually was working, but this wasn't a surprise to Marie. Even graffiti artists didn't like using the stairs.
Six floors down to the ground. She opened the door out into the warm night and walked towards her Suzuki motorbike. It had its advantages if you wanted to escape, but it was an absolute nightmare when it rained.
She kicked the starter a couple of times. The engine stuttered and failed to start. Three more times all yielded the same result.
Marie swore silently. This was not helpful. She'd have to take public transport. She might well get there too late.
The tube station was a bus ride away; the buses were running, but not too frequently.
She had to wait twenty minutes for the bus to arrive. Were assassins supposed to use buses? She got on board and used her Oyster card; cash would have looked suspicious. She took a seat and reached for an MP3 player in her jacket.
The automated announcer told her the number of the bus and its destination, a Tube station.
She would be there in twenty minutes. She was still an hour away from Simon.
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