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Chapter 2: Pre-MI6

Yanath sat in his office seat, leaning forward, his hands resting on the plastic arms of the chair, concern spreading across his face, his electric blue eyes, showing the face of a man that was born to be eccentric, and, yet, chose to be plain. But, Yanath was not quite plain. True, he dressed immaculately, in a crease-less dark grey suit, and black tie, his hair, black, and straightened, it seemed, with a clothing iron, tucking the small tuft of hair covering the back of his neck into his collar. And, yet, Yanath held alot of power in his hands, a power that he acknowledged, but, had the tact not to proclaim. As the head of the whole Gielinorian division of Pre-MI6, he held a responsibility for the lives of all existing in Gielinor now. He once had been top of the highscores, but, the trophy, sitting in his expensive house in Yanille, was rather crowded next to the numerous - if 'numerous' was a sizeable word enough - amount of trophies and awards sitting next to it. Yanath had met many important figures in his lifetime, priests heading the four most powerful churches in Gielinor, members of the board from foreign divisions of Pre-MI6, celebrities, Kingduffy 1, 9Daron99, the like, and yet, he was a man that did not like to claim arrogance because of the person he was, and the things he had done in his entire lifetime. As he leaned forward on his chair, now, he sat beside the deputy, Aren, a thin, elderly man, prim, neat, and smug, who sat beside a man called Ret. Ret was not paying much attention, idly studying his fingernails, while Yanath and Aren were intent upon the screen in front of them, projected by a special magic that only Pre-MI6 were able to harness. Unlike other divisions, outside of Gielinor, they took magic for granted, and harnessed it as a part of their everyday lives, much like the rest of the population of Gielinor.

On the screen, was a map of Gielinor, on it, were small, red dots with a black centre, this map was used to show land elevation, population, deaths, monsters, magic being used, weapons, it could track practically anything and everything, and was thereby used as such. Each dot colour had a code meaning, the map there in front of Yanath, Aren, and Ret, was showing deaths. About a year ago, there had been several terrorism attacks in the Wilderness, from a legion called Ghost Knife, Pre-MI6 had battled there, and, eventually, used their magic to close the Wilderness down, and stop anything else from happening. This meant that the red dots should be heavily focused around the Duel Arena, Castle Wars, Bounty Hunter, and other reality leaks situated throughout Gielinor, of course, there would never be a clearance of red dots from places where there were high and mid-level monsters, Dragon Habitats were also a population flux, as Aren frequently termed it. Sometimes there were low level monsters there, too.

Yanath and Aren had checked both realms, the realms colloquially named the "non-member worlds," and the "member worlds." Naturally, in the first, there was a higher concentration of population flux in all areas, generally, than the members, which were slightly more concentrated on common flux sectors. And yet, it was only recently, that the map had excelled the average readings. Population flux was being shown in phenomenally greater amounts, in - literally - every region of Gielinor, and similar reports were coming from neighbouring worlds. This meant, in short, that something, or someone, was on a mass-murder spree. And, what concerned Pre-MI6 the most, is that they weren't coming back. Aren had cross-references map readings from the population and the population flux, he had seen several dots dissapear off the map, and, several, not returning to the respawn point, Lumbridge.

And, Pre-MI6 were specially involved in this for a reason. They were the secret service of Gielinor, at least, the Gielinor Division. They were named after the secret service in a world very far away, tales of the world called Earth had passed from the pharoes of the pyramids of Iganavor, across the Gotanavor sea, and over the mountainous plains of Jubanador, all over to Gielinor. But, nobody had ever voyaged there. It was a far land. Still, that wasn't was Pre-MI6 were concerned with. They were the protectors of Gielinor, stopping threats from the evil, picking up and jailing those who broke the fourteen lawful commandments, the rules that governed Gielinor, and had done, from it's founding.

Finally, somebody spoke.

"I told you something suspicious was going on, you two," said Ret, without looking up, a simple expression on his face politely concealing boredom. Aren looked at him indignantly.

"You mean, that you reported the unorthodox death of one friend, and allowed us to cross-reference charter maps of Gielinor, studying the permanent population flux occuring across the regions," he replied, in a harsh tone. Yanath looked at him, and his eyes told him to leave it, before returning to the screen. Then, he spoke up himself.

"I thank you for alerting us, Ret561, we may be on to something serious. But, I must ask you to leave now." Ret silently got up from the leather seat, and showed himself out, without replying. Yanath raised a hand, and cast a spell, that stopped in front of the map, and formed a screen, showing a clear picture of the man outside, ear pressed to the door intently. He then slid back a panel on his chair, revealing a set of black buttons without labels, it did not matter, he knew exactly what each one did. He pressed one, and watched, as a blue hole opened up in the floor beneath Ret, he fell into the teleport, and dissapeared. The monitor screen dissapeared, and they returned their attention to the map.


The shadowy figure, hidden in the darkness of the night, walked, unpertubed, across the stony path of the silent Rimmington, bathed in utter darkness. It was impossible to discern one from another in the midnight hour. But it didn't matter, it was enchanted with a sight charm, the allowed it to see clearly for miles ahead, in infrared, ultraviolet, and through darkness at thought command. It stopped, a small distance from the house portal, ahead, waiting, observing the rippling, purple-pink surface of the teleport patiently, waiting for a disturbance in the ever-disturbed pool of magic held in an iron ring, sealed to the floor by an ancient magic. Slowly, the portal began to extend slightly more, and, from the purple, glowing light, a figure emerged, like stepping from a purple waterfall that, by some feat, still left him dry. He was tall, wearing a scarf and a feathered hat, with a silverlight sword in hand, and an elemental shield in the other. In the dull breeze, his quest cape flickered idly, and his white robes rippled slightly. A perfect target. This one would be carrying plenty of valuable items. The figure in the shadows raised both cupped hands, and, the last thing that man saw, was a slowly burning, fierce white light, grow in the darkness, suspend in the shadows, and then hit him in the chest. As the powerful white energy drove into him, magic spread throughout his bloodstream, and decimated his veins and arteries, swimming around, vaporizing anything in his body it found, the man fell to his knees, as his body started to tear away, leaving behind, a horrible skeleton, some remaining body organs either dropping to the ground, or encased by the frame, quite stationary, and quite vivid. Scraps of remaining, red flesh still lay torn about the corpse, and remains of the brain lay splattered about the floor, a pool of blood in his wake. The figure emerged from the shadows, and she cast one last spell upon the corpse, a forbidden spell, banished by the fourteenth lawful commandment, as a form of black magic, never allowed to be harmonised. The figure evaporated into the air, and the vapour of what was left, descended into the ground, down to Zamorak's realm, a place called by some spiritualists; "Hell". It was a horrible way to end a horrible way to be killed.