I do not own any of the characters, the movie, or anything like that. This story is based on the events after the movie.
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Inspector Eric Finch walked into a room full of chaos. Police were running about, reports of looting were being called in by the dozen, and no one seemed to know what to do with themselves. Sighing, he knew who would end up taking charge of this corner; he just hoped it wouldn't mean his head would be on the chopping block later. Grabbing a bull horn, he headed towards the front of the room. Hitting the siren, he smirked as few jumped. "All right everyone, if we can't handle it, don't worry about it, let the people run themselves up into a tizzy and tire each other out. We'll protect all that we can, and since Norsefire has their own military, let them handle their own problems for now." Heading towards his office, he pushed his way through the gathering throng that quickly began to bombard him with questions. Turning to all of them, he motioned them away while firmly stating later.
Stepping in while quickly shutting the door, he came face to face with his partner Dominic. "Where have you been?" Turning away from his steely gaze, Eric quickly took off his coat before settling into his usual chair. "Here and there, why?" "I was trying to get a hold of you last night. You weren't home and you didn't answer your cell, so I'll ask you again, where have you been." Pulling out his scrambler, he leaned back in his chair weighing his words. "I was with Miss Hammond." Dominic sat back, shock evident in every line of his body. "Sutler and Creedy are dead." He simply smirked as the younger man gathered his wits. "You realize what this means, don't you?" Standing up and looking out the window. "You have no idea Dominic, no idea."
Wiping a hand over his face, he turned to him. "We'll need to get the bodies out of the train station. I want the location kept secret, and for now their deaths as well. Let's try not to sink faster than need be." Shaking himself from his mental reverie, he looked closely at his partner. "There is also blood on the wall. I want you to collect it for analysis." Dominic's eyes widened in understanding. "You mean…" "Yes, he's dead." He watched his partner shake his head. "Pity, I kind of liked the bloke." Giving him a crooked smile, he gave his quiet agreement. Turning towards the scenery below, he watched police scramble to try and save what they could, knowing he'd be hearing from the remaining members of Parliament. He just hoped that the Fingermen wouldn't come and snuff him out to quickly.
It had been a long day for Evey. She had been throughout every room in the Shadow Gallery, except for one. She starred facing V's bedroom, unwilling to open the door. She had no idea what was in there, and she wasn't sure she wanted to know. She mentally chided herself for being so foolish; she had slept in there, hadn't she? 'Yes, but I didn't see anything. It was pitch black.' Turning away, she went over to the couch to see what the damage was to England and her leadership. She was surprised to find no announcements about the deaths of England's ruler, or of The Finger. She dimly wondered if they even knew of their deaths, or if they were simply labeled missing.
Pushing those thoughts away, she turned to the task that was now at hand. Her mind was still reeling from the elaborate setup she had found here. Armory complete with smithy, gym, makeup and wardrobe, and the elaborate computer system that let her know everything about Parliament. She wasn't completely sure what she would do with all of it, but she knew one thing that was going to be used quiet a bit. Taking out a pen and notebook, she began to write down a routine for her. Evey was sure the computer could be used for more mundane things, like controlling the lighting in here. Deciding on an eight hour day that would be mostly filled with training of her body, she quickly decided to add on two hours of learning and an hour of relaxation for care of the antiquities in here, and of herself. "So, that makes in an eleven hour day. We'll find a way to program the lights for five hours of darkness, which will be your rest period, and then we start all over." Looking over her regime once more, she was satisfied with what she saw. Looking towards V's room, she gave a small salute towards the door. "I will never be as smart or as strong, but I can do my best to try to make your dream become a reality."
Heading back to what she was now going to the lookout, she did not notice the shadow that peeled itself off the wall and head towards the roof.
Okay, I know there wasn't any real action in this one, but I really wanted to put something up, and this is it. So I do apologize for the lack of drama. Thank you Birdie3 for the review, it makes me very happy to see people are taking interst in the story. I must announce though that the rating will probally change to M in the next couple of chapters, as it's prob. going to become very graphic in the violence department. Anyways, let me know what you think! Go and click that little review button!
