She was exhausted before this happened. She made a mistake." ‘’There’s a job to finish," Hobbes said. "She's not in a fit state. She was damn near killed." ‘’Brennard, when I need your advice running my department I'll seek it out. And it might help you to know that London's latest has Jon Jo on the move." "There's a whole bloody army here, it doesn't have to be her . . ." The flare of anger from Hobbes. "You don't understand anything, do you? We did the work - not the army, not the Branch, not E4 - and we'll finish it. Have you got me?" Bren played the prime card. "She has to go home, she's compromised." Hobbes put his hand on Bren's shoulder, like a father. He said calmly, "It's me that has to decide who's compromised. It's my decision as to when the risk becomes intolerable. I can't change the jockey in mid-race. Just be thankful the big decisions aren't yours." They were in the corridor and away from the door to her room. They were beyond earshot. She came out of the door, past the Military Police guard.
