Prologue

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In the lower-levels of a building known as the headquarters of MI6 in London a tall, young woman with Copper-red hair, a stern face, piercing brown eye in an old-fashioned black mourning dress sat reading a report. She was seated on a fade armchair next to a roaring log fire; none of the scene would have look out of place on the set of a Victorian drama.

"This is not good at all," she muttered as she double-checked the reports, she looked whimsically at a stone door marked with several names amongst them are some of the most famous 'fictional' characters from the 20th century and several dozen who by all rights should have died long before it, the names included Captain Nemo or as he is marked Prince Dakkar of Bundelkund in India, Doctor Jekyll and Mister Hyde, Rodney Skinner, Dorian Grey (although that name is crossed through with several profanities carved next to it.), Tom Sawyer, Sherlock Holmes, C. Auguste Dupin, Doctor. Alphonse Moreau, Alexander J. Raffles, Professor Abraham Van Helsing, Roland Orland, Prospero Duke of Milan, along with dozens of other names.

"No, it certainly is not," Said a man in Victorian Safari wear and carpet slippers as he walks into the room, carrying a rifle and a teacup, "they cancelled futurama." The man looked like he is getting elderly his hair is white and he has many wrinkles but his old eyes still twinkle like two little stars and he has a kind look to his face.

"No, I meant these reports, have you even read them?"

"Not yet, I get my reading done at weekends and in bed."

(Sigh) "Your attitude is unbelievable." She said throwing the reports on the little table next to her chair.

"Yeah, but you keep me around anyway."

"Only because you are actually quite a good shot with that rifle."

"Well, we have to talk to M; we need a new team, old friend."

"Why."

"Read the reports once in a while and you would know."

"Well, I know now, just tell me something useful and I will get the details read up on the way to get our next team." The old hunter said.

"Well you better start reading then, our first target is in the building above us."

"Oh, who would that be?" The hunter looked a bit confused by this.

"James Bond."