Chapter 1
Entren stepped off the ferry, as it finally settled in the harbour, several hours behind schedule, because of the ever-raging storms of the English Channel. He didn't know what to expect, setting foot in England for the first time. He'd come across from Germany, carrying next to nothing, except for the suit and trenchcoat he wore. But he knew that his investigations would begin here. "But where?" was the question on his mind, but it was too late to do anything. He paced quietly through the streets of Southampton, trying to find a place to rest head for the night, before starting again.
He reached the bottom of the high street. There were a few people around here, but the streets were quiet. He scanned the street, before finally noticing a hotel, creating a minor beacon, with a "Vacancies" sign glowing in the window. Taking a breath, he stepped over the road, but never did actually make the other side.
Just paces onto the road, he had jumped back onto the pavement, after a motorbike came flying past, almost hitting him. The bike swerved and came to a stop. The rider climbed off and removed his helmet, his icy blue eyes staring down the young German.
"What do you think you're doing?" the biker snarled.
"Pardon?" replied Entren.
"You trying to kill me?"
"Pardon?"
"Think you're funny? Stepping out in front of me like that? I'll kill you for that!"
The biker pulled out a gun, and began pointing it at Entren. Entren remained still, and began thinking to himself. "I sure hope I don't have to kill this man..." Entren then voiced up again. "Listen, sir. I'm sorry. I'm just trying to find a place to sleep tonight..."
"Oh I'll give you one, in the city hospital, you sonofa..."
There was no more, except a sound of gunshots, as the biker collapsed onto the floor. A limousine sped to a halt, as a young female, not much older than Entren held a large rifle in her hands.
"Get in!" she shouted to Entren, as the limousine door opened. Entren didn't take the time to ask questions. As he climbed in, the door slammed behind him and the limousine screeched off at full speed. The girl dropped down from the sunroof, and looked at the mystery man she had just shouted to get in.
"Thanks. I've been trying to nail that leech for the past three days."
Entren remained silent. The girl looked at him, with a cross-examining stare. "You must be Entren Vier."
"Who's asking?" replied Entren.
"Hazel Fox. I'm from the Sept of The Machine. The elders are expecting you."
"They are?"
"For some reason, " the girl put down the rifle, and looked again at Enten. "So, what's with the getup? You got some sort of Matrix complex?"
"No."
"No? Is that all?"
"Yes," Entren kept quiet. Hazel gave him a distrusting stare. Arriving at a large glass building, the limousine door opened.
"We're here," began Hazel, stepping out of the vehicle. Entren climbed out after her. There was noticeable height difference between the two of them. Entren stood tall at 6'2", while Hazel was minute 4'11". Hazel approached the main guard. "It's Hazel. This is the one I was sent for."
The guard stepped out of the way, before muttering "They're in the main hall."
Hazel entered the building, followed by Entren. There were many corridors and office-like rooms, something you'd expect from the Glass Walker creation. Upon reaching the upper levels, Hazel opened a large set of doors. "They're in here," she began. "You should treat them with respect."
Entren said nothing, before entering, with Hazel behind him. Inside, there were three elders, all of whom fell silent.
"Well, I'm glad to see you brought him here in one piece," laughed an elder with a comment directed at Hazel.
"Sir, I keep telling you, last time was not my fault..."
"It doesn't matter, you can go now."
Hazel was dismayed, but turned and left. The sound of the great doors closing echoed, but the room fell silent. The three elders looked upon Entren.
"So, what brings you to this country?" questioned an elder
Entren stood silently.
"Answer when spoken to, Cub!"
Entren took a deep breath. "I think you already know why..." he directed his eyes to one of the elders, who nodded his head.
"But this is a long way from where you want to be..."
"But is home of the person that has tools that I need."
"And whom is it that you wish to speak with?"
"Moonwolf."
There were a lot of murmurs between the three elders, as they moved closer to one another for further discussion. Eventually, one of them turned back to Entren. "Very well. We will set it up for you. Be sure to get some rest tonight. I'm sure Hazel will be able to show you to a guest's bedroom. She'll most likely be standing outside the doorway."
Entren nodded slowly. "Thank you," were his only words.
Entren stepped off the ferry, as it finally settled in the harbour, several hours behind schedule, because of the ever-raging storms of the English Channel. He didn't know what to expect, setting foot in England for the first time. He'd come across from Germany, carrying next to nothing, except for the suit and trenchcoat he wore. But he knew that his investigations would begin here. "But where?" was the question on his mind, but it was too late to do anything. He paced quietly through the streets of Southampton, trying to find a place to rest head for the night, before starting again.
He reached the bottom of the high street. There were a few people around here, but the streets were quiet. He scanned the street, before finally noticing a hotel, creating a minor beacon, with a "Vacancies" sign glowing in the window. Taking a breath, he stepped over the road, but never did actually make the other side.
Just paces onto the road, he had jumped back onto the pavement, after a motorbike came flying past, almost hitting him. The bike swerved and came to a stop. The rider climbed off and removed his helmet, his icy blue eyes staring down the young German.
"What do you think you're doing?" the biker snarled.
"Pardon?" replied Entren.
"You trying to kill me?"
"Pardon?"
"Think you're funny? Stepping out in front of me like that? I'll kill you for that!"
The biker pulled out a gun, and began pointing it at Entren. Entren remained still, and began thinking to himself. "I sure hope I don't have to kill this man..." Entren then voiced up again. "Listen, sir. I'm sorry. I'm just trying to find a place to sleep tonight..."
"Oh I'll give you one, in the city hospital, you sonofa..."
There was no more, except a sound of gunshots, as the biker collapsed onto the floor. A limousine sped to a halt, as a young female, not much older than Entren held a large rifle in her hands.
"Get in!" she shouted to Entren, as the limousine door opened. Entren didn't take the time to ask questions. As he climbed in, the door slammed behind him and the limousine screeched off at full speed. The girl dropped down from the sunroof, and looked at the mystery man she had just shouted to get in.
"Thanks. I've been trying to nail that leech for the past three days."
Entren remained silent. The girl looked at him, with a cross-examining stare. "You must be Entren Vier."
"Who's asking?" replied Entren.
"Hazel Fox. I'm from the Sept of The Machine. The elders are expecting you."
"They are?"
"For some reason, " the girl put down the rifle, and looked again at Enten. "So, what's with the getup? You got some sort of Matrix complex?"
"No."
"No? Is that all?"
"Yes," Entren kept quiet. Hazel gave him a distrusting stare. Arriving at a large glass building, the limousine door opened.
"We're here," began Hazel, stepping out of the vehicle. Entren climbed out after her. There was noticeable height difference between the two of them. Entren stood tall at 6'2", while Hazel was minute 4'11". Hazel approached the main guard. "It's Hazel. This is the one I was sent for."
The guard stepped out of the way, before muttering "They're in the main hall."
Hazel entered the building, followed by Entren. There were many corridors and office-like rooms, something you'd expect from the Glass Walker creation. Upon reaching the upper levels, Hazel opened a large set of doors. "They're in here," she began. "You should treat them with respect."
Entren said nothing, before entering, with Hazel behind him. Inside, there were three elders, all of whom fell silent.
"Well, I'm glad to see you brought him here in one piece," laughed an elder with a comment directed at Hazel.
"Sir, I keep telling you, last time was not my fault..."
"It doesn't matter, you can go now."
Hazel was dismayed, but turned and left. The sound of the great doors closing echoed, but the room fell silent. The three elders looked upon Entren.
"So, what brings you to this country?" questioned an elder
Entren stood silently.
"Answer when spoken to, Cub!"
Entren took a deep breath. "I think you already know why..." he directed his eyes to one of the elders, who nodded his head.
"But this is a long way from where you want to be..."
"But is home of the person that has tools that I need."
"And whom is it that you wish to speak with?"
"Moonwolf."
There were a lot of murmurs between the three elders, as they moved closer to one another for further discussion. Eventually, one of them turned back to Entren. "Very well. We will set it up for you. Be sure to get some rest tonight. I'm sure Hazel will be able to show you to a guest's bedroom. She'll most likely be standing outside the doorway."
Entren nodded slowly. "Thank you," were his only words.
