I’m sickened by what I’ve done, the way I’ve played into Dr. Oystein’s hands. I spend the rest of the boat ride trying to break Owl Man’s hold over me. I want to hurl myself at the doc, knock him overboard, drag him to the bottom of the river and crack his head open as we go. But my body rejects my command every time. I’m fighting a lost battle, but I don’t let that stop me, trying and trying and trying again to free myself of Owl Man’s mental shackles.
As we draw close to the pier for the O2, Dr. Oystein stirs and tells Rage to dock. I glance up at the famous landmark. It’s always reminded me of a giant Frisbee with a load of spikes sticking out of it. My dad used to call it an eyesore, and for once I agree with him.