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Chapter One
Manchester.
Millennium Building.
Tuesday Night.
A man in an office was talking on the phone. He was waving his left arm in circles as he talked. A young girl was lying on a bed, watching out of a building window, opposite the office. She got up and checked the door but it was still locked, slowly she went back to the bed. Now the man had the phone between his shoulder and chin, and was standing at his desk, waving both arms. The windows surrounding this mans office were dark. He was the only one still at work. His desk was bare apart from a small Christmas tree in a pot and something that glinted, maybe a knife. Behind him, close to the door, was a baby carriage. The man said something, brought his hands together, then slowly drew them apart. His right hand swooped through the air like a paper plane and he pointed to the star on his tree. The girl took down a poster from the wall, turned it over and wrote: THE PERSON YOU ARE TALKING TO CANNOT SEE YOU. She used a black marker. Its smell and squeak made the girl so happy, she almost forgot her situation. The poster now read: YOUR GESTURES ARE WORTHLESS, OFFICE MAN. STOP THEM. She pressed the poster to the window and waited. She assumed he couldn't see sign, for he carried on with his arm swinging. She sighed; defeated and walked back to a bed. Her finger slowly traced a crack down the wall, stopping at the foot of the bed. Eyeing the lock, she got up from the bed, and began pacing.
Next to this building, a slim figure was also watching the man talk on the phone. This mans name was Roger McDoom. His hand shifted along the wall, as if searching for a secret opening. Finally, his gloved finger scraped against a jagged edge. A key. Roger slowly extracted the key, placing it into a small pouch around his waist. Swiftly and silently, he walked away from the alley and towards a back door. He smirked slightly, as he unlocked the door with the key. Inside, the main reception was dark and empty, with only one security camera. Easily, Roger slid under the nearest desk, keeping his cool. He doubted any employee's would be here, since it was Christmas Eve. Roger waited, watching the camera's flashing light; finally, the little red eye stopped. Skipping three steps at a time, he finally reached the level he wanted. Roger could see the dim light coming from under the doorway of Room 713. Movement could be heard from the room, as he edged towards the doorway, tracing his finger along a gun, fitted with a silencer.
Outside, the sun was fading fast into the horizon. A growing shadow was beginning to creep over the buildings as the young girl slumped onto the bed, hoping that she would fall fast asleep and get relief from all this madness. Her eyes glanced at the man in the office again. He was now rummaging through his draws, looking worried. He took the glinting object and put it in his jacket pocket, then glanced anxiously at the baby carriage. The girl approached the window, taking a closer look. She could now see that he had a brief case next to the carriage. She could also see the doorway slowly creeping forward. Taking a step backward, she now saw a man, who drew a gun up to eye level, and as the office-man turned around, he fired. Staggering backwards, the young girl cowered in the corner. The light in the office dimmed.