(Let's get this out of the way: I don't own LXG, James Bond, Harry Potter,
Artemis Fowl, Back to the Future, Charmed, Angel, Buffy the Vampire Slayer,
Lara Croft: Tomb Raider, Hellboy, or any of the names or people under those
titles.)
It is early February 2004. The political leaders of the West and the Middle East are at an uneasy peace. The weapons of war: soldiers with machine guns, tanks, smart missiles, and static artillery pieces; which have been used in warfare for almost half a century, but the old world of war is ending and a new one begins...
The New League of Extraordinary Gentleman
Chapter 1: Return
Two blocks from the Bank of England, London, The UK: 10:15 p.m., February 15, 2004.
The ground shakes. The police are heading to the scene of a disturbance. There are a half- dozen of them, handguns out, as the disturbance came around the corner and they all gasp.
The machine has a massive cannon, four machine gun turrets, armor all over, and is hovering ten inches off the ground. One of the police officers commands the machine to halt. The vehicle keeps right on going knocking the man to the ground. Afterwards the other policemen run after it and fire their pistols at it, which has no affect as it heads for the Bank of England.
Once inside the bank it starts moving through. The machine topples every thing in its path with the police and then SWAT team members firing at it with no affect. Finally, the hovercraft stops at the vault, and blows the door off. Then, ten men step out. The first nine are dressed in military uniforms of North Korea, but the last man wares long robes, a silver mask and carries a cane with a silver skull on top. The last man says in perfect Korean, "Kill all but one so he may tell the tale." This statement creates a wide smile on the face of the North Korean officer as he heads toward the captured policemen. Meanwhile, the man in the mask, who seems to be in charge, walks over to a filing cabinet in the vault, takes some diagrams and papers and he and the soldiers, now done with killing off all but one of the policemen, climbs back into the hovercraft and leaves the bank.
All the next week the headlines screamed:
"North Koreans Attack The Bank of England"
"North Korea's New Weapon?"
"North Koreans Deny Involvement"
Aerospace research facility: Toulouse, France; one week later
The faculty is in pandemonium. Soldiers in American uniforms run everywhere capturing scientists. A tall man in a fur coat and silver mask asks the commander, who is supervising the capture and occasional killing of the scientists, "Do you have him?" "Dr. Fredric Lawrence is right here, sir." the commander says as two soldiers come forward holding back an elderly scientist. The scientist asks in French, "What do you want?" "The world, Frederic," the masked man says simply, "I want the world!" The masked man than grabs some sort of cannon from a soldier and aims it at one of the huge rocket fuel tanks. The Scientist hollers in French, "Are you mad? Those tanks are full of rocket fuel!" "Really?" the masked man says, "That's so frightening." The man then fires the cannon and a laser beam comes forth from the gun and blows up the fuel tank. The man tosses the gun aside and strolls out.
The week after the headlines read:
"French Blame Americans for Toulouse Attack"
"America Says 'Not Us'"
"London and Toulouse Attacks Might Be Linked"
"American – North Korean Alliance?"
"World At The Brink of War"
The former site of a British Safari village; Kenya, Africa: 11:55 p.m., two days latter
It is five minutes to midnight. In the remains of a once prominent British village in Kenya a group of men in suits are wandering around the graveyard in the wrecked town or moving around a truck. One of the men whips the dirt from a grave and uncovers the name, "Quatermain", "Ms. Willow," the man calls out in a British accent, "I've found him." A red- haired woman near the truck turns around and walks toward the man in front of the grave. The women raises her arms in front of the grave and says in a very American way, "It's him all right," and then to the other men, "Get the stuff out of the truck."
As the men start getting out candles, small animal sacrifices, and other things from the truck, the woman they call Willow sat down in front of the grave and closed her eyes in meditation. Suddenly, Willow's eyes snapped open again and she says,
"Funny."
"What is it?" says one of the men,
"This man already has a dormant resurrection charm on him," Willow
replies, "Once I activate it, he should come back by himself." Then
she says to her other assistants, "I'll only need the candles, guys."
The men slowly head back to the truck while one man hurries up, sets the candles in place, lights them, and stands back. Then, Willow begins chanting, as she did so her eyes slowly go from normal to a total black. Suddenly, the grave lights up and strange howling sounds come forth from it.
"Did it work?" the man beside Willow asks as the light and the howling stop.
"Yes," Willow says turning around as her eyes slowly returned to
normal, "but we'll have to dig him up."
As she says this as a hand bursts forth from the grave. Willow just notices it and the looks of fear from the men around her, says very calmly, "Well, what do you know, he's a climber." Soon the head and torso of Lord Allan Quatermain were clearly visible. The hunter shakes the dust from his hair as what appears to be the leader of the other assistants strides forward and extended his hand to Quatermain.
"Agent Joseph Gabriel of Her Majesties Secret Service, it's an honor
to meet you sir." The man says.
"Allan Quatermain." The hunter says taking the man's hand.
"Sir," the agent says, "the Empire needs you."
"Not again." Quartermain replies.
(If you like the first chapter more extraordinary things are on the way so keep reading and reviewing.)
It is early February 2004. The political leaders of the West and the Middle East are at an uneasy peace. The weapons of war: soldiers with machine guns, tanks, smart missiles, and static artillery pieces; which have been used in warfare for almost half a century, but the old world of war is ending and a new one begins...
The New League of Extraordinary Gentleman
Chapter 1: Return
Two blocks from the Bank of England, London, The UK: 10:15 p.m., February 15, 2004.
The ground shakes. The police are heading to the scene of a disturbance. There are a half- dozen of them, handguns out, as the disturbance came around the corner and they all gasp.
The machine has a massive cannon, four machine gun turrets, armor all over, and is hovering ten inches off the ground. One of the police officers commands the machine to halt. The vehicle keeps right on going knocking the man to the ground. Afterwards the other policemen run after it and fire their pistols at it, which has no affect as it heads for the Bank of England.
Once inside the bank it starts moving through. The machine topples every thing in its path with the police and then SWAT team members firing at it with no affect. Finally, the hovercraft stops at the vault, and blows the door off. Then, ten men step out. The first nine are dressed in military uniforms of North Korea, but the last man wares long robes, a silver mask and carries a cane with a silver skull on top. The last man says in perfect Korean, "Kill all but one so he may tell the tale." This statement creates a wide smile on the face of the North Korean officer as he heads toward the captured policemen. Meanwhile, the man in the mask, who seems to be in charge, walks over to a filing cabinet in the vault, takes some diagrams and papers and he and the soldiers, now done with killing off all but one of the policemen, climbs back into the hovercraft and leaves the bank.
All the next week the headlines screamed:
"North Koreans Attack The Bank of England"
"North Korea's New Weapon?"
"North Koreans Deny Involvement"
Aerospace research facility: Toulouse, France; one week later
The faculty is in pandemonium. Soldiers in American uniforms run everywhere capturing scientists. A tall man in a fur coat and silver mask asks the commander, who is supervising the capture and occasional killing of the scientists, "Do you have him?" "Dr. Fredric Lawrence is right here, sir." the commander says as two soldiers come forward holding back an elderly scientist. The scientist asks in French, "What do you want?" "The world, Frederic," the masked man says simply, "I want the world!" The masked man than grabs some sort of cannon from a soldier and aims it at one of the huge rocket fuel tanks. The Scientist hollers in French, "Are you mad? Those tanks are full of rocket fuel!" "Really?" the masked man says, "That's so frightening." The man then fires the cannon and a laser beam comes forth from the gun and blows up the fuel tank. The man tosses the gun aside and strolls out.
The week after the headlines read:
"French Blame Americans for Toulouse Attack"
"America Says 'Not Us'"
"London and Toulouse Attacks Might Be Linked"
"American – North Korean Alliance?"
"World At The Brink of War"
The former site of a British Safari village; Kenya, Africa: 11:55 p.m., two days latter
It is five minutes to midnight. In the remains of a once prominent British village in Kenya a group of men in suits are wandering around the graveyard in the wrecked town or moving around a truck. One of the men whips the dirt from a grave and uncovers the name, "Quatermain", "Ms. Willow," the man calls out in a British accent, "I've found him." A red- haired woman near the truck turns around and walks toward the man in front of the grave. The women raises her arms in front of the grave and says in a very American way, "It's him all right," and then to the other men, "Get the stuff out of the truck."
As the men start getting out candles, small animal sacrifices, and other things from the truck, the woman they call Willow sat down in front of the grave and closed her eyes in meditation. Suddenly, Willow's eyes snapped open again and she says,
"Funny."
"What is it?" says one of the men,
"This man already has a dormant resurrection charm on him," Willow
replies, "Once I activate it, he should come back by himself." Then
she says to her other assistants, "I'll only need the candles, guys."
The men slowly head back to the truck while one man hurries up, sets the candles in place, lights them, and stands back. Then, Willow begins chanting, as she did so her eyes slowly go from normal to a total black. Suddenly, the grave lights up and strange howling sounds come forth from it.
"Did it work?" the man beside Willow asks as the light and the howling stop.
"Yes," Willow says turning around as her eyes slowly returned to
normal, "but we'll have to dig him up."
As she says this as a hand bursts forth from the grave. Willow just notices it and the looks of fear from the men around her, says very calmly, "Well, what do you know, he's a climber." Soon the head and torso of Lord Allan Quatermain were clearly visible. The hunter shakes the dust from his hair as what appears to be the leader of the other assistants strides forward and extended his hand to Quatermain.
"Agent Joseph Gabriel of Her Majesties Secret Service, it's an honor
to meet you sir." The man says.
"Allan Quatermain." The hunter says taking the man's hand.
"Sir," the agent says, "the Empire needs you."
"Not again." Quartermain replies.
(If you like the first chapter more extraordinary things are on the way so keep reading and reviewing.)