'I have to get in,' he said. 'I need to use the library.'
Frank Caffrey felt the chill travel down his spine, wondered how fast he could drop his mug to reach for his gun, slowly lowered the hand holding the newspaper closer to the pocket where he had his grenade.
This was what an evil mastermind would say, very politely mind, before letting his powers loose and killing everyone. How fast was this new apprentice really, was this him showing his true colours?
To this day Peter Grant still doesn't know how close he came to his own demise.