Prologue
Deep below the streets of London, a loud growl echoed through the sewers. The growl was followed by the wild squealing of pigs and violent splashing. Loud snaps and sounds of metal screaming and screeching perused it. Then silence⦠an eerie bone chilling silence.
High above those shudder some tunnels, two men stood alone in an office. Light was very scarce and nothing could be seen. "I hope all goes well with that damned machine," one said.
The other, sitting in a large, leather arm chair smiled as he said, "That machine is what's powering this city."
"That's true," the standing man said, "But soon we may run out of pigs to power it."
The man at the desk's smile grows wider. "But that all depends on what you consider to be a pig," the man then bursts into a fit of insane laughter. This, scared the other man, but out of fear he began to laugh as well. The two laughed themselves into a deep descent into the darkness.
