In the wreckage of the mobile operating theatre, the Leader came round. He pulled a twisted shard of aluminium from his bleeding thigh splattering pieces of his flesh as he did so. His energy powers were weak. He sensed the connection to his master growing dim. He searched for his gun but it was lost amidst the tangled wires. He felt no pain, only a hatred that obliterated all fears.
‘There they are!’ thought the Leader.
‘Together they are the Nemesis code. They must die,’ said a dark, low voice inside his head. This was his last chance to make good. He crawled on his hands and knees through the tangle of metal, plastic and dust. If he could just reach them in time he could stop the code. He must kill them. Danny was the nearest - he will be first.
Trailing a pool of blood the Leader pulled himself over, like a dying slug, to where Danny lay silent. Danny was losing blood fast and his chest hardly moved with each shallow intake of breath. The Leader thumped down on to Danny’s chest using his head and shoulders. The horrible splintering crack of ribs could be heard. Pulling his trouser belt free he wound it twice around Danny's neck and began to pull tight. He was using every last drop of his fast-draining strength.