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Chapter I
The thunder rolled across the split sky, accenting the brilliant flashes of lightning. The rain lashed down on the earth, Gods destruction of mankind reborn. Water filled gutters, dipping from side to side like some dirty amusement ride, collecting the rubbish in it’s path, then driving into the sewage pipes, lolling around in their amid muck and rats. It was in one such tunnel, underneath the London streets, that a man walked, every footstep further into the filth sending a shudder down his spine. He held a battered torch, it’s light clear. Every few steps the beam of light radiating from the torch would set upon a rat, or a pile of excrement, the man closing his eyes briefly as soon as he saw these abominations.
***
Days later, somewhere in Devon, a man emerged from the train, sporting a battered hat and matching anorak. In his hand was a silver briefcase, a logo indented in it, and two combination locks. Covering his sweaty hands were two black, leather gloves, each arm pressed firmly against his side. He wore short black hair, the tips gray with age, and his cheeks bristled with the short results of forgetting to shave. Suddenly a woman appeared, wearing a smart gray dress and black blazer, running up to the man. They embraced, the lady planting a rather unwarranted kiss on the man's lips. Or at least, she appeared to. She whispered quickly in his ear, “Follow me, we’re being watched.” He pulled away slightly scanning the flowing crowd for signs of a watched. “Stop it! We’re meant to be a couple. Now, hold my hand Jack.” He clasped her hand tightly, sighing inwardly for her presence of mind. Quickly, they joined the mass of passengers, as the announcement voiced “The train on Platform 2 from London Paddington has just arrived. This is the end destination. Platform 4 to Plymouth is….”
Minutes later, Jack and the lady entered a silver Mercedes. A smart beep from the car later and Jack and the lady had entered the car.
“Not yours I hope Celica?” Jack asked, emitting a slow chuckle as he planted his leather clad hands firmly on the steering wheel.
“I wish! Company courtesy Jack, you should know that by now.” She retorted, laughing as well.
Jack touched the GPS screen briefly and it lit up. An electronic voice began,
“Please enter your fingerprint.” It commanded.
“Ah, nice to see this hasn’t changed much.” He pulled off his glove, touching the screen with his thumb.
“Verification process completed. Welcome to Alpha 16 Jack McKellagh.” The voice was that of a woman, as was standard in the GPS systems used. “Where are we going today?”
“Headquarters, and don’t bother taking the shortcuts.” Jack said quickly.
“Still hate them don’t you?” Celica laughed briefly. Jack cocked an eyebrow; his mouth breaking into a smile as the map turned up on the LCD panel.
“Straight ahead.” The woman’s voice said.
Jack’s foot pressed down on the clutch, moving quickly into first, then slid across to second.
“Turn right.”
***
The first rays of sunlight fanned out across the street, just as a manhole opened to reveal a man. His hand shaded his eyes, and he levered himself out, rolling into a kneeling position, then standing up. He tottered briefly, then pressed on towards a large house, it’s front covered with white stone. He pushed the gate ajar, his sodden footsteps leaving soggy footprints in the gravel, and he strolled to the front door. He patted down his trouser pockets, looking up to the hazy blue sky in exasperation.
“Shít.” He said tiredly, and sat on the steps leading to the door, wallowing in his stupidity. He rang the doorbell twice, then resumed sitting. Roughly 30 seconds later the door was opened by a young lady, probably in her early 20’s, clothed in a tank top and joggings, the top saturated with sweat.
“Oh, what a lovely surprise.” She said, grilling the man with brutal sarcasm.
“It’s lovely to see you too, Gemma.” He said, kissing her briefly on the cheeks, entering the threshold.
“What brings you here, Brian? They called you up again?” She asked, returning his kisses with a long embrace, followed by a longer kiss.
“But of course, I mean, what were they thinking? Disregarding the sheer prowess of Brian Kylet, man who travels by sewer and who prowles the night.” He tutted slightly, then continued, “Of course, it might be that I also show absolutely no respect to my colleagues…” His laugh cut short by another kiss.
***
End of chapter.
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Anyway, hope you liked it, and there will definatley be more to come. I enjoy writing, if you enjoy reading it then great, but if you don't what's the point in spamming/flamming me. Yes, it's short, I can see that, but it's a chapter, and a first chapter should be short. Oh, and please bother to actually read this, though I know it must be hard for some of you.
The thunder rolled across the split sky, accenting the brilliant flashes of lightning. The rain lashed down on the earth, Gods destruction of mankind reborn. Water filled gutters, dipping from side to side like some dirty amusement ride, collecting the rubbish in it’s path, then driving into the sewage pipes, lolling around in their amid muck and rats. It was in one such tunnel, underneath the London streets, that a man walked, every footstep further into the filth sending a shudder down his spine. He held a battered torch, it’s light clear. Every few steps the beam of light radiating from the torch would set upon a rat, or a pile of excrement, the man closing his eyes briefly as soon as he saw these abominations.
***
Days later, somewhere in Devon, a man emerged from the train, sporting a battered hat and matching anorak. In his hand was a silver briefcase, a logo indented in it, and two combination locks. Covering his sweaty hands were two black, leather gloves, each arm pressed firmly against his side. He wore short black hair, the tips gray with age, and his cheeks bristled with the short results of forgetting to shave. Suddenly a woman appeared, wearing a smart gray dress and black blazer, running up to the man. They embraced, the lady planting a rather unwarranted kiss on the man's lips. Or at least, she appeared to. She whispered quickly in his ear, “Follow me, we’re being watched.” He pulled away slightly scanning the flowing crowd for signs of a watched. “Stop it! We’re meant to be a couple. Now, hold my hand Jack.” He clasped her hand tightly, sighing inwardly for her presence of mind. Quickly, they joined the mass of passengers, as the announcement voiced “The train on Platform 2 from London Paddington has just arrived. This is the end destination. Platform 4 to Plymouth is….”
Minutes later, Jack and the lady entered a silver Mercedes. A smart beep from the car later and Jack and the lady had entered the car.
“Not yours I hope Celica?” Jack asked, emitting a slow chuckle as he planted his leather clad hands firmly on the steering wheel.
“I wish! Company courtesy Jack, you should know that by now.” She retorted, laughing as well.
Jack touched the GPS screen briefly and it lit up. An electronic voice began,
“Please enter your fingerprint.” It commanded.
“Ah, nice to see this hasn’t changed much.” He pulled off his glove, touching the screen with his thumb.
“Verification process completed. Welcome to Alpha 16 Jack McKellagh.” The voice was that of a woman, as was standard in the GPS systems used. “Where are we going today?”
“Headquarters, and don’t bother taking the shortcuts.” Jack said quickly.
“Still hate them don’t you?” Celica laughed briefly. Jack cocked an eyebrow; his mouth breaking into a smile as the map turned up on the LCD panel.
“Straight ahead.” The woman’s voice said.
Jack’s foot pressed down on the clutch, moving quickly into first, then slid across to second.
“Turn right.”
***
The first rays of sunlight fanned out across the street, just as a manhole opened to reveal a man. His hand shaded his eyes, and he levered himself out, rolling into a kneeling position, then standing up. He tottered briefly, then pressed on towards a large house, it’s front covered with white stone. He pushed the gate ajar, his sodden footsteps leaving soggy footprints in the gravel, and he strolled to the front door. He patted down his trouser pockets, looking up to the hazy blue sky in exasperation.
“Shít.” He said tiredly, and sat on the steps leading to the door, wallowing in his stupidity. He rang the doorbell twice, then resumed sitting. Roughly 30 seconds later the door was opened by a young lady, probably in her early 20’s, clothed in a tank top and joggings, the top saturated with sweat.
“Oh, what a lovely surprise.” She said, grilling the man with brutal sarcasm.
“It’s lovely to see you too, Gemma.” He said, kissing her briefly on the cheeks, entering the threshold.
“What brings you here, Brian? They called you up again?” She asked, returning his kisses with a long embrace, followed by a longer kiss.
“But of course, I mean, what were they thinking? Disregarding the sheer prowess of Brian Kylet, man who travels by sewer and who prowles the night.” He tutted slightly, then continued, “Of course, it might be that I also show absolutely no respect to my colleagues…” His laugh cut short by another kiss.
***
End of chapter.
_____________________________
Anyway, hope you liked it, and there will definatley be more to come. I enjoy writing, if you enjoy reading it then great, but if you don't what's the point in spamming/flamming me. Yes, it's short, I can see that, but it's a chapter, and a first chapter should be short. Oh, and please bother to actually read this, though I know it must be hard for some of you.
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Chapter I
The thunder rolled across the split sky, accenting the brilliant flashes of lightning. The rain lashed down on the earth, Gods destruction of mankind reborn. Water filled gutters, dipping from side to side like some dirty amusement ride, collecting the rubbish in it’s path, then driving into the sewage pipes, lolling around in their amid muck and rats. It was in one such tunnel, underneath the London streets, that a man walked, every footstep further into the filth sending a shudder down his spine. He held a battered torch, it’s light clear. Every few steps the beam of light radiating from the torch would set upon a rat, or a pile of excrement, the man closing his eyes briefly as soon as he saw these abominations.
***
Days later, somewhere in Devon, a man emerged from the train, sporting a battered hat and matching anorak. In his hand was a silver briefcase, a logo indented in it, and two combination locks. Covering his sweaty hands were two black, leather gloves, each arm pressed firmly against his side. He wore short black hair, the tips gray with age, and his cheeks bristled with the short results of forgetting to shave. Suddenly a woman appeared, wearing a smart gray dress and black blazer, running up to the man. They embraced, the lady planting a rather unwarranted kiss on the man's lips. Or at least, she appeared to. She whispered quickly in his ear, “Follow me, we’re being watched.” He pulled away slightly scanning the flowing crowd for signs of a watched. “Stop it! We’re meant to be a couple. Now, hold my hand Jack.” He clasped her hand tightly, sighing inwardly for her presence of mind. Quickly, they joined the mass of passengers, as the announcement voiced “The train on Platform 2 from London Paddington has just arrived. This is the end destination. Platform 4 to Plymouth is….”
Minutes later, Jack and the lady entered a silver Mercedes. A smart beep from the car later and Jack and the lady had entered the car.
“Not yours I hope Celica?” Jack asked, emitting a slow chuckle as he planted his leather clad hands firmly on the steering wheel.
“I wish! Company courtesy Jack, you should know that by now.” She retorted, laughing as well.
Jack touched the GPS screen briefly and it lit up. An electronic voice began,
“Please enter your fingerprint.” It commanded.
“Ah, nice to see this hasn’t changed much.” He pulled off his glove, touching the screen with his thumb.
“Verification process completed. Welcome to Alpha 16 Jack McKellagh.” The voice was that of a woman, as was standard in the GPS systems used. “Where are we going today?”
“Headquarters, and don’t bother taking the shortcuts.” Jack said quickly.
“Still hate them don’t you?” Celica laughed briefly. Jack cocked an eyebrow; his mouth breaking into a smile as the map turned up on the LCD panel.
“Straight ahead.” The woman’s voice said.
Jack’s foot pressed down on the clutch, moving quickly into first, then slid across to second.
“Turn right.”
***
The first rays of sunlight fanned out across the street, just as a manhole opened to reveal a man. His hand shaded his eyes, and he levered himself out, rolling into a kneeling position, then standing up. He tottered briefly, then pressed on towards a large house, it’s front covered with white stone. He pushed the gate ajar, his sodden footsteps leaving soggy footprints in the gravel, and he strolled to the front door. He patted down his trouser pockets, looking up to the hazy blue sky in exasperation.
“Shít.” He said tiredly, and sat on the steps leading to the door, wallowing in his stupidity. He rang the doorbell twice, then resumed sitting. Roughly 30 seconds later the door was opened by a young lady, probably in her early 20’s, clothed in a tank top and joggings, the top saturated with sweat.
“Oh, what a lovely surprise.” She said, grilling the man with brutal sarcasm.
“It’s lovely to see you too, Gemma.” He said, kissing her briefly on the cheeks, entering the threshold.
“What brings you here, Brian? They called you up again?” She asked, returning his kisses with a long embrace, followed by a longer kiss.
“But of course, I mean, what were they thinking? Disregarding the sheer prowess of Brian Kylet, man who travels by sewer and who prowles the night.” He tutted slightly, then continued, “Of course, it might be that I also show absolutely no respect to my colleagues…” His laugh cut short by another kiss.
***
End of chapter.
_____________________________
Anyway, hope you liked it, and there will definatley be more to come. I enjoy writing, if you enjoy reading it then great, but if you don't what's the point in spamming/flamming me. Yes, it's short, I can see that, but it's a chapter, and a first chapter should be short. Oh, and please bother to actually read this, though I know it must be hard for some of you.
The thunder rolled across the split sky, accenting the brilliant flashes of lightning. The rain lashed down on the earth, Gods destruction of mankind reborn. Water filled gutters, dipping from side to side like some dirty amusement ride, collecting the rubbish in it’s path, then driving into the sewage pipes, lolling around in their amid muck and rats. It was in one such tunnel, underneath the London streets, that a man walked, every footstep further into the filth sending a shudder down his spine. He held a battered torch, it’s light clear. Every few steps the beam of light radiating from the torch would set upon a rat, or a pile of excrement, the man closing his eyes briefly as soon as he saw these abominations.
***
Days later, somewhere in Devon, a man emerged from the train, sporting a battered hat and matching anorak. In his hand was a silver briefcase, a logo indented in it, and two combination locks. Covering his sweaty hands were two black, leather gloves, each arm pressed firmly against his side. He wore short black hair, the tips gray with age, and his cheeks bristled with the short results of forgetting to shave. Suddenly a woman appeared, wearing a smart gray dress and black blazer, running up to the man. They embraced, the lady planting a rather unwarranted kiss on the man's lips. Or at least, she appeared to. She whispered quickly in his ear, “Follow me, we’re being watched.” He pulled away slightly scanning the flowing crowd for signs of a watched. “Stop it! We’re meant to be a couple. Now, hold my hand Jack.” He clasped her hand tightly, sighing inwardly for her presence of mind. Quickly, they joined the mass of passengers, as the announcement voiced “The train on Platform 2 from London Paddington has just arrived. This is the end destination. Platform 4 to Plymouth is….”
Minutes later, Jack and the lady entered a silver Mercedes. A smart beep from the car later and Jack and the lady had entered the car.
“Not yours I hope Celica?” Jack asked, emitting a slow chuckle as he planted his leather clad hands firmly on the steering wheel.
“I wish! Company courtesy Jack, you should know that by now.” She retorted, laughing as well.
Jack touched the GPS screen briefly and it lit up. An electronic voice began,
“Please enter your fingerprint.” It commanded.
“Ah, nice to see this hasn’t changed much.” He pulled off his glove, touching the screen with his thumb.
“Verification process completed. Welcome to Alpha 16 Jack McKellagh.” The voice was that of a woman, as was standard in the GPS systems used. “Where are we going today?”
“Headquarters, and don’t bother taking the shortcuts.” Jack said quickly.
“Still hate them don’t you?” Celica laughed briefly. Jack cocked an eyebrow; his mouth breaking into a smile as the map turned up on the LCD panel.
“Straight ahead.” The woman’s voice said.
Jack’s foot pressed down on the clutch, moving quickly into first, then slid across to second.
“Turn right.”
***
The first rays of sunlight fanned out across the street, just as a manhole opened to reveal a man. His hand shaded his eyes, and he levered himself out, rolling into a kneeling position, then standing up. He tottered briefly, then pressed on towards a large house, it’s front covered with white stone. He pushed the gate ajar, his sodden footsteps leaving soggy footprints in the gravel, and he strolled to the front door. He patted down his trouser pockets, looking up to the hazy blue sky in exasperation.
“Shít.” He said tiredly, and sat on the steps leading to the door, wallowing in his stupidity. He rang the doorbell twice, then resumed sitting. Roughly 30 seconds later the door was opened by a young lady, probably in her early 20’s, clothed in a tank top and joggings, the top saturated with sweat.
“Oh, what a lovely surprise.” She said, grilling the man with brutal sarcasm.
“It’s lovely to see you too, Gemma.” He said, kissing her briefly on the cheeks, entering the threshold.
“What brings you here, Brian? They called you up again?” She asked, returning his kisses with a long embrace, followed by a longer kiss.
“But of course, I mean, what were they thinking? Disregarding the sheer prowess of Brian Kylet, man who travels by sewer and who prowles the night.” He tutted slightly, then continued, “Of course, it might be that I also show absolutely no respect to my colleagues…” His laugh cut short by another kiss.
***
End of chapter.
_____________________________
Anyway, hope you liked it, and there will definatley be more to come. I enjoy writing, if you enjoy reading it then great, but if you don't what's the point in spamming/flamming me. Yes, it's short, I can see that, but it's a chapter, and a first chapter should be short. Oh, and please bother to actually read this, though I know it must be hard for some of you.