November 5Th 12:10

Party Chairman Creedy was gathering his top men around the plaza…32 soldiers, divided in 4 groups of 8 soldiers with one captain leading, a shock force better prepared than normal militia to handle enemies of the state… they got in a SWAT vehicle and scramble in the houses around trying to control de situation…get hostages, talk to snitches, cut the phone lines close to the blast site, do whatever it takes to secure the premises, no excuses. Whoever did this should die before the night's is over.

Suddenly a man in his early forties approaches, with a comfortable stride wearing an Italian suit, Dascomb makes an entrance 9 minutes since being summoned by High Chancellor Sutler to this late and important meeting…he is in charge of propaganda to the Norsefire Party…is important to make up an story…a good one, and fast.

-Have any leads? - Asked Dascomb impatiently to Creedy.

-No- but we'll find them…answered angrily.

Dascomb got a camcorder and started making a small film that would be shown in tomorrows news, something simple…the destroy of and old building as a symbol of a decadent era…yes exactly, that is what I'm going to do… The High Chancellor would love it, he was so caught up in his ideas that he was almost run over by Chief Inspector Finch who just arrived a the scene.

-Mr. Creedy? - Finch asked to the man in charge.

-Yes Chief Inspector Creedy?-

-My men are going to secure the area in a couple of minutes-

-That wouldn't be necessary- Creedy reply with disdain, since the Norsefire Party arrive to power 20 years ago, this ageless man has been on the top, he has his own police and the full protection of the High Chancellor, some people speculate that he's the more powerful man in Great Britain. Who Knows?

-Ok- Should we go upstairs? Asked Finch

Yes, let's do it….Dascomb would you care to join us?

Evey didn't see when the man that presented himself like "V" jumped against the other one…you know the faceless one, but she heard the first hit…it sounded like a shotgun, V manage to hit the other man with the back of a knife in the chest that propelled him against the tunnel but in a display of athleticism the faceless man rolled backwards and stood up in a defensive stand.

V tried something similar but was greeted with a powerful kick to the chest that pushed him backwards… he stumble for an instant and the other one got around him and tried a choke hold… V was faster and took him down with a judo grab…they were to evenly matched to finished the fight anytime soon…but there was no time, people was already looking fot hem, she could feel it... it was fear.

Freeze! Shouted a powerful and commanding voice…this is the State Police, don't move and thrown your weapons to the ground! The Young Captain heard the ruckus and being a expert soldier decided with one group to check out the sewer tunnels. He found two men wearing masks and a scary little girl, possibly a hostage not more than ten feet away. He got lucky.

-Drop your weapons? - The voice repeated the command, now sounding more decided.

The man with the mask of Guy Fawkes lifted both arms showing 6 perfectly balanced throwing knives under his belt, but there was a problem…it took him lest than a second to realize it… two knives were missing from the holster… a second too late.

The sergeant of the squad quickly fire rounds to the second man, but he wasn't there anymore, he moved sideways and grabbed the gun pulling it down… the fired bullets ended up in his right leg and he screamed in pain…this is it, the end, he through to himself…he will slit my throat from side to side, but instead of dying he got hit with an fighting stick taken from his armor, he fell down.

Evey couldn't control herself and started to cry and scream…she started to run away from the fighting and that the man in the Guy Fawkes mask try to grabbed her but couldn't… he left her go.

The fighting was vicious and ended rather fast with all the soldiers down…the two man stood up from different sides and looked with contained rage and respect, those that faced the wrath of code name V were dead…the others were not, even if they were severely bruised they are alive.

-Anything broken- ask the guy with the faceless mask.

-Just my stride- Answer the terrorist known as "V'.

-You'll get over it- replied Q.

-As you would too- answered V.

-This was a good sparring match, let's do it again sometime- said the shadow with the white mask and as swift as the wind he banished.

Q had to get out of those sewer holes, but his clothes were a wreck and he didn't know which way to go…he was trapped in this forsaken city in a city full of cops who shoot first and ask questions later, his kind of town.

A female voice came from the other tunnel… Q she said.

-Over here darling- He replied being more aware of the surroundings.

She almost gasp for air when she saw the state he was in… his clothes were torn to shreds and he seemed scared, like he watched a ghost or something.

-You ok?- She asked.

-I guess so- he answered.

-You are lucky to have along you known - She said almost with a smile.

-Hardly, you're drawn to my eccentric charm- he replied.

We have to get back to the hotel…fast.