Pulling up to the wreckage, the car park swarmed with pesky reporters as a sea of flashes drowned out the alarming emergency lights! The walls were singed on the outside and were there once hung windows were just empty sockets, like an eye. The doors that once enclosed the humour and confidentiality of the team were tattered and left it vulnerable to the menaces of London.
Tactfully, they managed to gain access to the building when Sandra presented her and her team as investigators of the scene. They wandered down the corridors that were so familiar to them but were now unrecognisable due to the thick darkness that lingered on the walls, hanging like a picture. She took a deep breath before leading her boys around the corner to a horrendous sight.
Behind her echoed a series of gasps, and muttering in disgrace. The weak door frame stood clinging for fear of falling amongst the ashes and the glass that once concealed the affairs of UCOS,shattered within the rubble. The whole room was black and every wall disguised by a layer of smog. Filing cabinets were disfigured after melting at a temperature familiar to the devil and the boys' desks were a piles of debris dotted around the room and ,what was just identifiable as a computer lay in a sludge of plastic on top. It suddenly occurred to Sandra how much equipment had been sacrificed to the flames. Although at the edge of their boundary, Sandra could see through the gap in the bricks into her office. The door was absent, lost to the ferocious heat. Her office was like a dark bottomless pit. Her desk...well, wasn't really a desk anymore and mountains of paper now lay in grey ash scattered around the room. Something told her that the plant that once sat primly on the window sill had to been lost in the flames. She heard a sob, a subtle cry from behind her. Assuming it was Brian, she turned around to confirm her suspicions although proved wrong. He just gazed out to the wreck. She was suddenly aware of the rare action of someone holding her hand as it crept into hers. She followed it up an arm to a small smile that lay on Gerry's face. She could sense his pain and his intentions of preventing Sandra's. Her instant reaction would have been to pull away, with a harsh expression but ,for the first time in a long time, she felt this would have been the wrong thing to do so she just squeezed his ageing hand tightly. After a moment or so, Jack spoke up to break the silence.
"What do we do now?"
Silence remained. Jack noticed Sandra still clutching Gerry's hand and smiled to himself. From day one, he knew there was something special between the two colleagues and it was only a matter of time before they noticed it for themselves.
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