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1:Shock
The rain battered the Thames, forcing the water to swirl and bounce as the drops hit them. Commuters and tourists ran for cover from the rain as the weather got worse as the moments went on. Dark clouds hovered over the capital of England as thunder rumbled in the distance.
"Lovely weather we are having."
"Anyone would think it was summer." The woman answered her companion. He smirked, making no effort to move. A wry smile crept over her face as she watched a motorbike avoid a large puddle that had collected at the side of the road. The bike failed, splashing pedestrians as it clipped the edge of the water.
"Summer? You have this is in the UK?"
"Allegedly." The brunette huffed. "Usually three days in late July."
"Are you sure you want to do this?" The man turned to her, at least three inches taller than the woman he spoke to, he held the umbrella he was carrying above her head. She smirked.
"Its already in motion." She stated. "I will finish my sister's work. Harry Pearce may have stopped her but I will finish it."
"Anouska."
"Elena is dead but I assure you, Andre I will finish her work." The woman marched away as her companion watched her go knowing that life in England was about to change for so many people.
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"Harry." Adam jogged onto the Grid, glad he had finally had his plaster cast removed from his arm. Harry looked up as he shrugged on his coat.
"Make it quick, the JIC are waiting for me." He rolled his eyes.
"Any excuse not to go there usually." Catherine rolled her eyes as Adam fell into step beside Harry. He began explaining to Harry the reason he needed to talk to him as the ground beneath them seemed to shudder. Ruth began tapping keys in front of her, as phones sprang to life. Harry marched over to where Catherine and Ruth were sat.
"Three explosions." Ruth stated. "One right outside."
Harry ran a hand over his face before he began shouting orders. Malcolm booted up the CCTV to the monitors around them as a masked image filled the monitors. Tariq swore as Calum tried to make sense of what they were seeing.
"Masks?" Ruth felt sick. "Harry."
"The Gavriks are dead."
"Are they?" Catherine paused. She narrowed her eyes as the masked face began laughing at them, its features distorting into a grotesque mess. Ros emerged from the Pods, her face unreadable.
"That is the Gavrik family crest. He may be dead but someone wants us to remember him." Ruth stated as Harry felt his stomach lurch at the idea his old nemesis was somehow back.
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