-I'm getting to old for this- said Q to himself just as he found a building tall enough for the spectacular jump he had to make to get to his room on the hotel, an hour ago he was thinking about himself 10 years ago; about how would life be if we have more vacation together, Huntress was getting inside his skin he had to admit it, she was little by little growing into a softer side he didn't knew he had, until now, there were both ready to explore the relationship, and then this happened, like a hurricane that torn apart a peaceful tropical beach, we got caught into this, and people say I hate my life … almost 15 feet apart from the balcony, one hell of a jump, he choose to look down…bad idea….he felt dizzy and lightheaded right away…he is hurt and as much he would like to deny it, he has his doubts about making it, but there is not turning back now.

-I'm going to hate myself in the morning- he said while jumping from the rooftop.

XxX

-We found her outside curfew hours- said a soldier to Chief Inspector Finch while grabbing the arm of Helena, she was buying time and didn't felt like wrestling with the soldier, it would be a great mistake, a dead giveaway… she had to buy time for Q.

-Dame, can you explained what were you doing outside past eleven?- Finch asked, he tried very hard to be as decent as possible to possible witnesses…before Creedy gets his dirty mitts on them and black bagged them.

-I was scared and had to get out of the hotel- Helena answered the inspector with contained rage.

-You American?- Finch asked, her accent was rare in London this time of year, our society haven't been opened since the Norseparty regime arrived and the last thing we want is the possibility of a diplomatic incident.

-Yes, and if I may asked for a moment of your time…I have to tell you something detective- Helena tone of voice clearly lowered to imply a hush-hush situation.

-Yes you may, and is Inspector lady- Finch didn't like to be called detective, but that is the thing with Americans, they just don't reasonably understand the social and political differences in the old country.

-A soldier tried to attack me in my room- She said trying to hold back the tears of embarrassment.

-He tried what? Are you sure? - He didn't to a certain extent believe her but after watching her a while he had to admit she was a very beautiful woman with a lot of sophistication, her beautiful black hair well treated and nails perfectly manicure…but as always he had his doubts.

-Yes, I hit him with a champagne bottle- she replied back.

Finch looked around and called Dominic who was outside taking description of the explosion, there were no eye witnesses…not even a description that matches the one given from Creedy, a man with a white mask and a black robe…too weird, even for this town…he approaches the girl and the inspector.

-Yes sir- Dominic looked at the girl while holding his breath...she was too beautiful.

-I need you to look for any soldier inside the premises that has a head injury- Finch told him in his impervious tone that accepted no reply.

-May I inquire why? - Dominic responded at the strange request.

-All in due time, lieutenant… no find it, there is one that I'm sure while looking at Helena, which has giving her best damsel in distress performance…she looked up, asking god in a silent prayer that he got in the room in time.

XxX

The shadow lurks around his house, the gallery of shadow is what he calls it, he looks for an old version of the Count of Monte Cristo movie and puts it in the VCR recorder… he loved that movie…he always found Mondego more like Creedy and less like High Chancellor Sutler, some people are so evil that they can't see the line anymore, who was the man with the faceless feature mask, was he supposed to kill me? He was an educated man which ruled out the possibility of working for the government, what was his agenda? The fact that he didn't kill anyone even in the risk of his own life didn't pass unnoticed, did he manage to escape? If so…will I see him again? If so, who would win?

Alas, the story starts its second act, there are no coincides…only the illusion of coincidence…I'll see him again as I am certain that the young woman who called herself Evey will be a major part in this play…the paradox continues it's entropy.

XxX

Creedy didn't like to see the inspector taking to a relative unimportant witness, cops don't understand the term "National Security". He approached them with arrogance and asked:

-What is delaying the investigation? - Creedy voice sounded like a cat while hissing.

-The lady has come to my attention with the most disturbing news- Finch replied dryly without looking at Creedy.

-What is that? - Creedy responded with disdain and discarded the insolence showed by the Inspector, he will deal with that later.

-That one of your soldier tried to…let me put some way delicate, to get intimate with her- he said with a sharp tone while moving his eyes in front of him, secretly confronting him.

-That is absolutely preposterous- Creedy couldn´t let the investigation deviate for an instant, but a girl making accusations like that in a five star hotel was something rather important, even he had to admit to that.

-Is it? - Finch looked at Dominic who came with a man with a wounded head.

-Is this the man who attack you?- asked finch while holding the soldier head up high, the kid had a serious injury…even she felt sorry for the poor bastard.

-Yes- she answered back.

Creedy couldn´t let this turned into an incident…-Are you alone in London? - He asked the girl, he realized she was American…

-No, my boyfriend is here with me- she answered while acknowledging she felt right on the trap…she knew they would now search the room and since charges should be brought up they would take her passport.

-So is settle, let's go to the room and see what really happened- Finch told everyone believing that the night was getting stranger by the moment.

She could only pray that Q made the jump.