Top secret UN notes relating to Project Recovery. Subsection #337. Authored by Alan Y.Mous on 01.07.2030 (mm/dd/yyyy) said
--Open log--
Date and time: January the 7th 2030. Monday. 08:00hrs
Team location: England, Hampshire, Basingstoke,
Team status: Dispersed
Notes: Over the last few days I have activated my sleeper cells and bought them to a central location close to their first objective for eventual rendezvous. At present team coms are separate so as to avoid confusion. I will be bringing the team together today then assigning them their first mission.
--Close log--
The frigid cold of "Great" Britain's weather permeated the air, penetrating deep into its buildings and the unfortunate citizens mercilessly and without judgment. What might once have made the country "Great" could no longer be discerned by anyone in a position to see it now. The few people who dared to go outside occupied themselves by ransacking what little was left on the shelves of the broken down shops or by burning cars and other debris for warmth. It was clear someone, either the army or an enterprising criminal, had been by to siphon the gas from vehicles overnight and had left behind them useless piles of metal sat in sludgy pools of molten snow and gas fumes. The countries people had lost their lifestyle and along with it, their sense of purpose. For a few special individuals dotted around Basingstoke that freezing winter, this was not the case.
"Rise and shine agent." Alan's voice rang across their AR systems. As always his tone was calm and professional yet somehow deep and warm. The slightest inflections in his voice betrayed an american background but otherwise it was impossible to discern anything from his voice at all bar what he was saying. He was uncompromising in his emotional neutrality and precise in his pronunciation. "I trust you are well rested. Rendezvous has been scheduled for O-nine-hundred hours this morning at Saint Michaels Church. You will attend the morning sermon then meet by the altar where you will await further instructions. Location details and directions are being streamed to you AR now. Over and Out."
Suddenly the agents augmented reality systems flared into life. In the bottom left appeared an image of what was presumably Saint Michael's church. Translucent, honey-hued amber text appeared in the top left detailing the address and then a fine line in matching colours emerged in the air like a trail of floating silk, marking the path that needed to be taken. With every slight change of position the silk wavered slightly as the advanced circuitry on board the augmented reality system recalculated and micromanaged the path lending the trail the appearance of blowing in the wind.
The church path had been swept but the result of 3 days straight of heavy snowfall had been had to erase. A thick layer of ice encrusted the concrete slabs that led to the church buildings single heavy wooden door. The inside of the building was tall and ornate, mostly wood furnished aside from what had been made of stone. Its large stained glass windows seemed to glow with light despite the relative gloom outside. Without any occupants the place seemed quiet and solitary. A brilliant place for reflection regardless of personal beliefs. The building, like the world outside waited in silence for a saviour. Whether it was to come nobody knew.
