Tunnels 04, Closer

nothing to him, although with his light-colored hair and square jaw he certainly could have been a New Germanian soldier. However, the other face was familiar -- the man was older than the first, and he had a very distinctive moustache. "It could be him," Will said. "But it's not that clear, and I wasn't taking much in after Dad died."
    "It's him," Elliott insisted. "I know it."
    "So they're using soldiers from the inner world to do their dirty work now," Mrs. Burrows suggested.
    "Which means they might have the whole New Germanian war machine at their disposal," Drake said. "The whole damned army."
    "And the Rebecca twins could be back in town," Will added grimly.
    But everybody in the room was shocked into silence by the photograph that flashed up next.
    "Drake! It's you!" Elliott gasped.
    Drake took a step back from the television.
    "This individual," the news presenter said, "is believed to be behind the group mounting the attacks, and the police have gone as far as to say that he's the 'brains' of the organization. Going under the assumed name of Drake, he's thought to still be in the country, and a national manhunt to find him has been initiated by regional police forces."
    "Classic maneuver -- only to be expected," Parry said gruffly. "The Styx are making it difficult for you to move around."
    Drake nodded. "Guess I won't be the one going down to the shops from now on."
    A bleary-eyed Mr. Rawls chose that moment to make his entrance. He stifled a yawn, as if he'd just woken from a nap. 'Got the cricket on?" he asked, scratching his head. "What's the latest score?"
    "I'm not sure, Dad," Chester replied, "but it looks like the Styx are having a good run."