Thanks to all who read and reviewed Now There Were Monsters! This is a sequel, just as dark, so look out for bad language and plenty of angst.
It's unbeta'd, cause I couldn't get anyone to beta it, so apologies for any mistakes.
Disclaimer – Being Human and all its lovely characters belong to Toby Whithouse. No infringement is intended, and certainly no financial benefit is being made.
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Prologue
The man had short grey hair, balding badly, and a crumpled grey face that had seen a lot of life, and hadn't necessarily liked what it had looked at. The sole occupant of the large, low-roofed warehouse, he eyed its dark corners, satisfied with the set-up, and satisfied also that his boss would be happy. It was, after all, everything he'd asked for: isolated yet within the city, secure where it needed to be, and with plenty of room for their equipment and its appropriate staff.
And there would be a lot of them this time.
Truth be told, he hated being on the move, but he acknowledged also that it was sometimes necessary. It wasn't like these things were always going to come to them, and as long as they could set up a situation like this that was secure, then the risk was minimal. They'd only had one death so far and he was anxious to keep it that way. It was always so difficult to explain that sort of thing to the appropriate authorities. Twice would look downright suspicious.
"You have the lab set up already?"
The man turned. He hadn't heard anyone come into the room with him. But when he saw who it was, his spine stiffened slightly, an almost involuntary movement, but one that annoyed him all the same,
"No sir, but it's being brought down as we speak. Don't worry about it."
"Worry – I have nothing to do but worry, Kemp." The man looked around the room, nodding to himself. "It's a good set up, though. You've done well. Is Jane out checking on our new subject?"
"She is."
"And still nothing to suggest any raised anxiety?"
"Nothing at all. In fact, I believe that when we are ready we can move things along at any pace we chose."
"Well – let's not get ahead of ourselves. We don't know how this one is going to play. It's not exactly our usual style."
The man smiled. "Quite. But I think it safe to assume that we will be more than a match for anything that is thrown at us."
"Hm, yes. Having the factor of surprise on your side usually helps." He took a final look round and then turned on his heel. "Very good. Let me know when we're good to go, and I'll be here waiting."
"Very good sir," Kemp said quietly, looking around as well, his heart fluttering slightly. This was going to be new; this was going to be exciting. It always was with a new subject.
Only this time, there would be two.