2101: The Mythic Conspiracy(IC)
The typical English weather of rain, rain and more rain had continued all through the day over London and very few people were still out on the streets. On one particular street not far away from the centre of the gloomy city, Haddie continued her aimless walk wearing a lightweight rain coat and looking down at the ground, from behind a black car with no licence plate approached and came to a halt beside the woman before the side window slowly revealing the pale face of a young man. "Haddie?" He shouted over the heavy rainfall. "I think you'd better get in."
Meanwhile further north in the city of Cardiff, Jack Cacciatore sat in a small café enjoying a hot cup of tea. A ring at the door could be heard but the man paid it no mind, he did however notice that an unfamiliar face was sat opposite him, a woman stared across at him. "Mr Cacciatore? Do you have a spare moment?"
Many miles away in the Scottish city of Aberdeen, down a darkened alleyway, Gemma Edwards lay on a makeshift bed made from old cloths trying to keep warm. From one end of the alley a light shone in and searched around before landing on the girl's face and being switched off, a tall and bulky figure moved towards her and sat down beside her and spoke with a deep voice. "Strange isn't it? Despite all humanities' advancements in technology we still have people like you, Gemma Edwards, sleeping on rags in the alley ways. Would you like to help end it?"
Ricky Osmond was out in the countryside driving down a small dirt track, as he reached the end of the track he spotted a car parked to the side and a man wearing a black suit standing in the centre of the road, he raised a hand to signal the car to stop which it did. "Mr Osmond, I need to speak with you." Said the man as he moved closer to the parked car.
Somewhere in Cardiff, Collin Harley was sat on the back row of seats on a bus waiting for it to begin moving, he stared irritably at his watch until he was nudged by the woman that had sat beside him. "Collin Harley, we need to talk." She stated bluntly.
In the remote laboratory located in the Netherlands Marc Willems was stirred from his nap by a knock at the door. "Dr Willems, I need to talk to you." Without responding Marc opened the door and a woman stepped in through the lab door. "There are some things we must discuss, do you have somewhere we could talk?"