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The coal truck I’d clung to the underside of got as far as Munich before it was stopped by police searching for a flannel-shirt clad fugitive. Which meant a lot of searching around Munich for a path to Berlin that wasn’t guarded by the fuzz.

At last! An unguarded train!

Now I just needed to-

My thoughts were interrupted by a darkened hood blocking out my vision.

‘You’re a hard man to find, Mr Hopkins,’ Valerian whispered through the cloth, ‘if I didn’t know better, I’d say you didn’t like me.’

*THUD*