The next morning, Dominic Thorne frantically woke everyone up. They were all furious. At a time like this, what did he have to be so excited about?
"Did you win the lottery?" Felix Locke grumbled, rubbing his sleepy eyes. He'd been looking after Ronan Jenkins all yesterday and only got to sleep at 2 AM. Now that Dominic Thorne had woken him at just 6 AM, he was seriously pissed off.
"The Boss turned on his transmitter! We're going to go storm that punk Noel Lynch's place." Dominic Thorne's face was alight with an excitement he couldn't hide.
"The Boss had a transmitter? Then why didn't he turn it on sooner...?" Felix Locke was completely baffled. 'Why would Kenneth Yates have a transmitter and not turn it on the moment he left?'
"The Boss probably didn't want us to find him. He might be planning something," Sean Murphy said, walking out of Ronan Jenkins's room. "Ronan Jenkins still hasn't woken up, but he's looking a little better."
