Checking that the street was clear one last time he ran into the entrance of the Knightsbridge Underground station and straight for the stairs. The upper level wasn't locked down and his hopes rose higher and higher as he descended the stairs till they were dashed by the steel security shutter barring his way and the nervous looking underground warden on the other side of it.
"How the hell did you get here son?" The old man said, stepping up from his slouch against the wall to stair at the man who had seemingly appeared out of thin air. "You're not one of them infected are you? They say that's why there's a lockdown, and here's me and my staff having to look after a hundred stranded commuters. It aint fair!" The man said. He looked as though he was about to break into another string of complaints until Thomas raised his hand once to stop him in his tracks.
"I'm not infected, and I was on my way to work when a military convoy picked me up from the street. They were kind enough to drop me off here. They said that some of the trains are working, that I might be able to get to work?" He said, smiling all the while. He had become quite good at buttering people up and making convincing stories over the years, but his real impulse was to grab the man's shirt through the fence, drag him to the bars and put two bullets in his belly. From there he could get the keys on his belt and make his way inside, but this would attract far too much attention and no doubt there would be more armed guards further inside the station.
"Sure I'll let you in, but the trains are in standby. No travel on this line till the government clean things up outside, but this is a safe place to be don't you worry. We'll look after you" He said, sliding open the doors and patting Tom's back reassuringly with small rat like claws. Tom forced a smile and nodded his thanks before descending the stairs to the platform, to see just under a hundred people standing or sitting around, making themselves as comfortable as possible on the cold paved floor. It had been a while since he'd used the underground what with being in prison, but Knightsbridge was where his flat was originaly as well as a good deal of his contacts, and he knew the way to most relevant parts of the city from here with his eyes closed. Somehow he'd entirely forgotten that the station wasn't truly underground however, and that the far end of the visible track led out into daylight. Daylight meant insecure, and even though he doubted patrols would bother these people there were certainly worse things than them on the streets outside that might. He hadn't seen any infected on his way over, but a crowded compact space like this would seem like heavenly pickings for those creatures. He casualy reached to the small of his back and pretended to scratch himself all the smile smiling at a nearby adjacent young woman who was giving him the eye. The pistol was still there and loaded, and he seriously hoped he wouldn't have to use it.