Deep breath, the Generalissima said.
The Generalissimo inhaled. I stood to the side, watching. I felt the wind pick up as the District Line came our way. The warm night air pushed past us until the train screeched by. Free newspapers tumbled along the platform, collecting in corners and under benches.
The train stopped. The doors parted. A man in his twenties stepped out. I stepped in. The Capitáns followed.