So Peter keeps his eye on the troops, radioing Olivia directions, while Olivia and Michael make their way down the street, at least until a transport pulls up in the middle of the road, with a Loyalist popping out the top to scan the area, pointing his Uzi-type weapon, and no one in the street takes any notice of this because this is just what happens in 2036. He tells Olivia to keep on to the monorail, and they'll meet them there.

Peter and Walter start heading down the street himself, Peter doing his absolute best to look as suspicious as possible, with his hood up and looking shiftily around the entire time. Olivia makes her way to the station, and calls Peter to let him know that the train's leaving in a few minutes. Yeah, he knows, and he doesn't have time to answer the phone, Olivia! She warns him that they're searching cars, and he tells her not to worry. She boards the train, and then anxiously watches out the window for the Bishops.

Peter and Walter finally make it to the platform, and Olivia sees them, and tells Peter they're in the second car. But between Peter and Walter and the second car is a phalanx of Loyalists, who don't seem to notice the hooded guy see them, turn around and walk in the other direction, nervously glancing over his shoulder at them as he walks away. He and Walter duck into the first car, and he tells Olivia that they'll make their way to her and Michael. Olivia's worried the Loyalists are coming on board to search, but before that becomes a problem, Michael nonchalantly gets off the train and on to the platform, the doors closing in the frantic Olivia's face.

A Loyalist immediately stops Michael and pulls down his hood. Peter and Walter catch up with Olivia in time for all of them to watch their important bald cargo being escorted away by a couple of troops...

...and outside the station, where he's brought to Windmark. Michael eyes him warily. Windmark leans forward a little bit. "Hello," he says. As much as Windmark smiles, I think we're getting a bit of that here.

Daniel is a writer in Newfoundland with a wife and a daughter. He both can't wait for next Friday and doesn't want it to come. Follow him on Twitter (@DanMacEachern) or email him at danieljdaniel@gmail.com.