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Prologue
-the doctor—
The sky was dark, stormy, and the threat of torrential rain was imminent. But this didn't seem to bother the man perched on top of the tall glass building, his black trench coat billowing out against the tempestuous wind. The faint trace of moonlight gleamed off his pearl white teeth when he grinned, his eyes glued to the night vision binoculars gripped tightly in his glove clad hand.
'You are beautiful.' he whispered, staring at the object in the building parallel to the one he was currently positioned on.
From his vantage point, he could plainly see the azul gem glittering under the golden glow of the emergency lighting. And, not for the first time, he wondered if this time would be different, if after all these years searching...oh how he hoped...the clock was, after all ticking, and he was didn't particularly want to be on the losing side of it...
Pulling the binoculars away from his face, his chocolate irises peered at it from behind their khol rim. He grinned. Replacing them back on his belt, he grabbed the grappling gun next to it, and aiming it at the adjacent roof, fired, letting the steel coil fly, tethering the two together. With a smirk, he grabbed the winch tightly and whispered,
'Right then, Allons-y!' Then he flew.