The Guardians of London: Fourth Echelon (Chapter Two)
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"The truth be told, Im scared."
"How so?"
"Im scared that I wont come back, that part of me wont be me anymore."
"You fear treading close to the edge.
"Something like that."
"I suppose that is a natural reaction."
"What would you do?"
"Im not sure, but remember, that is not what is important to you. What is important is what you will do."
"I have to go through with this... too much is on the line."
"Splintering is dangerous, it isnt just about the mind. Remember, it takes more than four sound legs to make a stallion run, it takes a sound heart, and a sound mind."
"Its strange, Ive done crazy things before, but this is unnerving. I had some control in the darkness when things changed. But this time, I have to trust that they will find their own way."
"They?"
"Yes.... Ive been looking around at a few possibilities... plus there is always her..."
"She wont leave you...."
"How so?"
"Im scared that I wont come back, that part of me wont be me anymore."
"You fear treading close to the edge.
"Something like that."
"I suppose that is a natural reaction."
"What would you do?"
"Im not sure, but remember, that is not what is important to you. What is important is what you will do."
"I have to go through with this... too much is on the line."
"Splintering is dangerous, it isnt just about the mind. Remember, it takes more than four sound legs to make a stallion run, it takes a sound heart, and a sound mind."
"Its strange, Ive done crazy things before, but this is unnerving. I had some control in the darkness when things changed. But this time, I have to trust that they will find their own way."
"They?"
"Yes.... Ive been looking around at a few possibilities... plus there is always her..."
"She wont leave you...."
My dear Praetor,
If you want to know the truth about Sigma, then you should prepare yourself. We have a changing world and its changing faster and faster. I fear that soon you and I wont even be able to keep up. However, one who may know is Silas Grey. I suggest that if you truly want to know "what is going on" then you start with him. I will not divulge information at this time, but his forsight has always dwarfed my own.
Our story begins a long time ago, a time when a much younger pair of men began to work on the idea of animation. Creating true life in inanimate objects. Since time began we created simple automatons to do our bidding, however they were about as close to being alive as a dog is to being a cat. Theirs were truly unique, truly alive. They would think, learn, dream, have aspirations all their own. They could do everything we could.
Unfortunately this cost the life of one of them. He simply vanished off the face of the earth. However, in a peculiar twist, the other ascended to what many call a god-like status due to this event. It unlocked something deep inside of him, something ancient and eternal.
If you want to know the truth about Sigma, then you should prepare yourself. We have a changing world and its changing faster and faster. I fear that soon you and I wont even be able to keep up. However, one who may know is Silas Grey. I suggest that if you truly want to know "what is going on" then you start with him. I will not divulge information at this time, but his forsight has always dwarfed my own.
Our story begins a long time ago, a time when a much younger pair of men began to work on the idea of animation. Creating true life in inanimate objects. Since time began we created simple automatons to do our bidding, however they were about as close to being alive as a dog is to being a cat. Theirs were truly unique, truly alive. They would think, learn, dream, have aspirations all their own. They could do everything we could.
Unfortunately this cost the life of one of them. He simply vanished off the face of the earth. However, in a peculiar twist, the other ascended to what many call a god-like status due to this event. It unlocked something deep inside of him, something ancient and eternal.
condense what you have and deliver it. Just choose what stays and what goes carefully.Trasch17 said:
captcha: which one is math?
I'm not sure I want to give the machines any help in their quest for knowledge
Mr. Helgason,
regarding your last report about the latest actions of the so-called 'Destroyer-cult' in Reykjavik, we decided to reinstate you at the rank of Guardian. You will now carry out the duties and recieve all rights of a Guardian of Light again.
We are sending you Initiate Samuel Eigner (see dossier) as support.
Your instructions are:
-Investigate the cult and it's goals
-Report every change in their behaviour
-DO NOT under any circumstances attack them
-Avoid conflict at all costs even if it means endangering civilians
Initiate Eigner will reach Reykjavik at October 7. We expect you to watch over him as he is a special case. If he should die, conserve his corpse immediately and take it back to London. We cannot afford to loose such precious research material.
regarding your last report about the latest actions of the so-called 'Destroyer-cult' in Reykjavik, we decided to reinstate you at the rank of Guardian. You will now carry out the duties and recieve all rights of a Guardian of Light again.
We are sending you Initiate Samuel Eigner (see dossier) as support.
Your instructions are:
-Investigate the cult and it's goals
-Report every change in their behaviour
-DO NOT under any circumstances attack them
-Avoid conflict at all costs even if it means endangering civilians
Initiate Eigner will reach Reykjavik at October 7. We expect you to watch over him as he is a special case. If he should die, conserve his corpse immediately and take it back to London. We cannot afford to loose such precious research material.
Samuel Eigner
Age: 19
Date and place of Birth: 29.12.2005 Straubing
Nationality: German
Eyecoulor: Brown (l) Blue (r)
Height: 176 cm
Personality: Calm, polite, reacts sensitive to everything related to the Third German Empire
Magic: Dragonbloodline: White
White Mage (Barrier-magic)
Age: 19
Date and place of Birth: 29.12.2005 Straubing
Nationality: German
Eyecoulor: Brown (l) Blue (r)
Height: 176 cm
Personality: Calm, polite, reacts sensitive to everything related to the Third German Empire
Magic: Dragonbloodline: White
White Mage (Barrier-magic)
If you find typos you can keep them.
"Much like one I know, you arrive without a smile. You feel no awe or wonder at this place?" said Silas, sitting erect on his golden throne. The Praetor, ever serious, simply got to business "I don't understand why a letter was too complicated, Mr. Grey."
"I would rather meet face-to-face, Praetor. Your people are my friends and allies, there are no barriers between us. You expressed a wish to know something, pray tell...what do you need to know?"
The praetor took a few steps forewards, crossing the gap between him and the throne upon which Silas sat idly. "I need to know about Subject Sigma and Rising Dragon."
Silas stared at him, his blind glowing red eye burning a hole into the Praetor until he flinched.
"Nicolaus Kin is my friend, so too is Anastasia Romanov. use their names when you inquire about them." Silas scolded.
The Praetor tersely shuffled his feet and said "What can you tell me about them? What have they been doing here?"
"I cannot reveal the full truth. Your feeble mind cannot comprehend the immense of the knowledge they attained here." said Silas, looking at his hands and picking his fingernails.
"I am not going to leave until you answer my questions. What were Subject Sigma and Rising Dragon doing here? What did you create with them?" asked the Praetor, becoming irritated.
"We delved into the mystery of life and death and gave life to that which had no life before. We crafted living beings out of metal and gave them souls. We call them the Mara, and they call Arcania home."
"I know there is more, tell me where Subject Sigma and Rising Dragon are!"
Silas clucked and said "I cannot tell you that."
"THEN TELL ME WHAT YOU TOLD THEM!" the Praetor shouted "I am not going to play your games, Mr. Grey."
Silas stood and a pair of great white feathered wings spread forth. "Why tell you when I can show you." and before the Praetor could flinch or move Silas snatched him up and flew him high through the upper windows and faced him towards the billowing maelstrom of darkness churning in the distance with the great red eyes staring back at them as Silas hovered, twisiting the Praetor's neck to look at it.
"There is the Darkness! The chaos and destruction that is coming to Earth. Nicolaus and Anastasia were with me, learning all they could about the ancient writings describing the Darkness in all of his horrid splendor."
"What...is it?"
"If the Light is God then the Darkness is the Devil. Chaos and evil incarnate. Nicolaus and Anastasia came to me to seek guidance and learning in order to better combat the rising evil on Earth. I gave them knowledge too great for mortal minds to bear, but my good friend had the sense to write it down while his mind was fortified with my presence. Nicolaus has bathed in my glory and in turn he is ageless...and his mind was strong enough to know what a mortal mind like yours cannot comprehend."
Here the Praetor stared at the maelstrom of evil that churned and gnashed its teeth, the eyes seemingly drawing out his soul.
"Look at it, Praetor. The destruction of everything you have ever known and loved is coming. Coming to slaughter the Earth and spill into entrails upon the cosmos. Nicolaus has the key to defeating this grave and dire threat. Wherever he has gone he goes with purpose, whatever he does is done to protect the Earth and prepare us for an Armageddon which fast approaches."
Here Silas returned to his throne chamber and placed the Praetor down, his eyes still wide with terror at what he had seen. "Return to the Rhyle and tell them that Nicolaus Kin and Anastasia Romanov are not your concern. Your concern is the impending apocalypse which is even now reaching closer to the stroke of midnight. Bickering over internal policy and strutting like birds showing their plumage has no place in this, both you and the one whom you have been composing the letter in your mind to aught to quit of the jockeying for power and turn instead to the more pressing of matters. Now begone." and with this Silas sat down again and picked up an accordion and began to play.
The Praetor stood dumbly for a moment before leaving, rubbing his head and muttering to himself.
"I would rather meet face-to-face, Praetor. Your people are my friends and allies, there are no barriers between us. You expressed a wish to know something, pray tell...what do you need to know?"
The praetor took a few steps forewards, crossing the gap between him and the throne upon which Silas sat idly. "I need to know about Subject Sigma and Rising Dragon."
Silas stared at him, his blind glowing red eye burning a hole into the Praetor until he flinched.
"Nicolaus Kin is my friend, so too is Anastasia Romanov. use their names when you inquire about them." Silas scolded.
The Praetor tersely shuffled his feet and said "What can you tell me about them? What have they been doing here?"
"I cannot reveal the full truth. Your feeble mind cannot comprehend the immense of the knowledge they attained here." said Silas, looking at his hands and picking his fingernails.
"I am not going to leave until you answer my questions. What were Subject Sigma and Rising Dragon doing here? What did you create with them?" asked the Praetor, becoming irritated.
"We delved into the mystery of life and death and gave life to that which had no life before. We crafted living beings out of metal and gave them souls. We call them the Mara, and they call Arcania home."
"I know there is more, tell me where Subject Sigma and Rising Dragon are!"
Silas clucked and said "I cannot tell you that."
"THEN TELL ME WHAT YOU TOLD THEM!" the Praetor shouted "I am not going to play your games, Mr. Grey."
Silas stood and a pair of great white feathered wings spread forth. "Why tell you when I can show you." and before the Praetor could flinch or move Silas snatched him up and flew him high through the upper windows and faced him towards the billowing maelstrom of darkness churning in the distance with the great red eyes staring back at them as Silas hovered, twisiting the Praetor's neck to look at it.
"There is the Darkness! The chaos and destruction that is coming to Earth. Nicolaus and Anastasia were with me, learning all they could about the ancient writings describing the Darkness in all of his horrid splendor."
"What...is it?"
"If the Light is God then the Darkness is the Devil. Chaos and evil incarnate. Nicolaus and Anastasia came to me to seek guidance and learning in order to better combat the rising evil on Earth. I gave them knowledge too great for mortal minds to bear, but my good friend had the sense to write it down while his mind was fortified with my presence. Nicolaus has bathed in my glory and in turn he is ageless...and his mind was strong enough to know what a mortal mind like yours cannot comprehend."
Here the Praetor stared at the maelstrom of evil that churned and gnashed its teeth, the eyes seemingly drawing out his soul.
"Look at it, Praetor. The destruction of everything you have ever known and loved is coming. Coming to slaughter the Earth and spill into entrails upon the cosmos. Nicolaus has the key to defeating this grave and dire threat. Wherever he has gone he goes with purpose, whatever he does is done to protect the Earth and prepare us for an Armageddon which fast approaches."
Here Silas returned to his throne chamber and placed the Praetor down, his eyes still wide with terror at what he had seen. "Return to the Rhyle and tell them that Nicolaus Kin and Anastasia Romanov are not your concern. Your concern is the impending apocalypse which is even now reaching closer to the stroke of midnight. Bickering over internal policy and strutting like birds showing their plumage has no place in this, both you and the one whom you have been composing the letter in your mind to aught to quit of the jockeying for power and turn instead to the more pressing of matters. Now begone." and with this Silas sat down again and picked up an accordion and began to play.
The Praetor stood dumbly for a moment before leaving, rubbing his head and muttering to himself.
Dear Praetor.
I hope your conversation with Mr. Grey was enlightening. Mine always were.
I hope your conversation with Mr. Grey was enlightening. Mine always were.
Dear Director.
As a matter of fact, I have been very enlightened. I now realized I just cant trust you when it comes to dealing with my soldiers. You have shown complete disregard for any authority above your own.
Through sources I dont have to disclose to you, I have indeed been informed of Sigmas location. I hardly consider him being held in a top tier Gulag 100 miles west of Verkovansk, Russia to be an indicator of your "control" over the situation.
I am sending in two of my own teams to retrieve him and anything pertinent to information concerning the rifts. Team 14 and team 17 of the Lazarus sector are being sent in, they will take any and all measure to retrieve him dead or alive.
One of us has to take some action in this matter.
As a matter of fact, I have been very enlightened. I now realized I just cant trust you when it comes to dealing with my soldiers. You have shown complete disregard for any authority above your own.
Through sources I dont have to disclose to you, I have indeed been informed of Sigmas location. I hardly consider him being held in a top tier Gulag 100 miles west of Verkovansk, Russia to be an indicator of your "control" over the situation.
I am sending in two of my own teams to retrieve him and anything pertinent to information concerning the rifts. Team 14 and team 17 of the Lazarus sector are being sent in, they will take any and all measure to retrieve him dead or alive.
One of us has to take some action in this matter.
This is my ... well... Pre-Prologue and takes place right before the Prologue starts. (Thank you Lt. Obvious!)
Iceland, Reykjavik, Harbour, 10 AM
"....up!"
A muffled voice.
Schmerzen...ueberall...wieso...?
"Samuel"
Falsch ausgesprochen. Es ist 'n deutscher Name...
"Wake up!"
Hm...warum eigentlich nicht?
He opened his eyes.
A black-haired green-eyed man looked at him.
Schnurrbart
He felt the urge to laugh but everything that came out of his mouth was blood and choking noises.
"Samuel?" The worried face again.
Arnar
Samuel slowly sat up, the metallic taste of blood still in his mouth.
"Looks like you made it. Do you remember what happend?"
Sam tried to recall his memory.
Pitching and tossing, salt-breeze.
Next: Solid ground under his feet again. Relief.
Suddenly incredible noise, heat, the feeling of flying through the air, screams.
A hard impact and then .... nothing.
Samuel gathered his voice, but it was nothing but mumbling.
"A....bombing?"
Arnar nodded and managed to look both satisfied and concerned at the same time.
"Can you stand up?"
"Yes.... why did this happen?"
"I think it was a message for the Guardians, for us. It said: 'Leave us alone' or something like that.
Anyway, let's get you out of here and let the rescue forces do their jobs"
Samuel hesitated for a moment and took a brief look back.
He instantly wished he hadn't.
"....up!"
A muffled voice.
Schmerzen...ueberall...wieso...?
Pain... everywhere...why...? OOC: Easy one
Falsch ausgesprochen. Es ist 'n deutscher Name...
Mispronounced. It's a german name
OOC: Arnar prounces it like the english 'Samuel'
German pronounciation: http://www.duden.de/rechtschreibung/Samuel
click on the speaker-button where it says Aussprache
OOC: Arnar prounces it like the english 'Samuel'
German pronounciation: http://www.duden.de/rechtschreibung/Samuel
click on the speaker-button where it says Aussprache
Hm...warum eigentlich nicht?
Why not?
A black-haired green-eyed man looked at him.
Schnurrbart
Moustache
"Samuel?" The worried face again.
Arnar
Samuel slowly sat up, the metallic taste of blood still in his mouth.
"Looks like you made it. Do you remember what happend?"
Sam tried to recall his memory.
Pitching and tossing, salt-breeze.
Next: Solid ground under his feet again. Relief.
Suddenly incredible noise, heat, the feeling of flying through the air, screams.
A hard impact and then .... nothing.
Samuel gathered his voice, but it was nothing but mumbling.
"A....bombing?"
Arnar nodded and managed to look both satisfied and concerned at the same time.
"Can you stand up?"
"Yes.... why did this happen?"
"I think it was a message for the Guardians, for us. It said: 'Leave us alone' or something like that.
Anyway, let's get you out of here and let the rescue forces do their jobs"
Samuel hesitated for a moment and took a brief look back.
He instantly wished he hadn't.
A few days after the bombing
They were sitting on a park bench.
Nobody was around. Ever since the bombing people were hardly going out.
Also Sam recieved the permission to carry his Tanto in public. It was strapped to his right upper leg. Arnar carried a small revolver.
"So, this cult", began Sam "What are they after, for how long have they existed, where are they anyway?"
Arnar cleared his throat. "Well, we don't know for how long they've existed, but the first official report about them is almost 20 years old.
We don't know what their goals are, but almost all their actions invloved either directly or indirectly harming innocent people.
There are many cults like this one. Currently about 150 are known. They are located all over the world and are somehow concted. Judging from all of their actions, there has to be a 'main cult' that controls and directs the other ones.
The Reykjavik cult is at the moment the most active one, so there might be a chance it's the 'main cult', even if that chance is relatively low."
Sam slowly nodded with a thoughtful face.
"What are we going to do about them?"
"Investigate, like our orders said. We recieved a tip about the cult using a small warehouse in the outskirts of the city."
Sam stood up. "Then let's get going."
Arnar laughed.
"What? What is it?"
"You just said that with such a bored expression and.... Hey! Now you're glaring!"
"No, I'm not. I'm neither bored nor do I glare. It's just my normal, neutral face.", said Samuel absolutely calm. "Now let's go."
Arnar chuckled but stood up. "Follow me. I'll lead the way."
They were sitting on a park bench.
Nobody was around. Ever since the bombing people were hardly going out.
Also Sam recieved the permission to carry his Tanto in public. It was strapped to his right upper leg. Arnar carried a small revolver.
"So, this cult", began Sam "What are they after, for how long have they existed, where are they anyway?"
Arnar cleared his throat. "Well, we don't know for how long they've existed, but the first official report about them is almost 20 years old.
We don't know what their goals are, but almost all their actions invloved either directly or indirectly harming innocent people.
There are many cults like this one. Currently about 150 are known. They are located all over the world and are somehow concted. Judging from all of their actions, there has to be a 'main cult' that controls and directs the other ones.
The Reykjavik cult is at the moment the most active one, so there might be a chance it's the 'main cult', even if that chance is relatively low."
Sam slowly nodded with a thoughtful face.
"What are we going to do about them?"
"Investigate, like our orders said. We recieved a tip about the cult using a small warehouse in the outskirts of the city."
Sam stood up. "Then let's get going."
Arnar laughed.
"What? What is it?"
"You just said that with such a bored expression and.... Hey! Now you're glaring!"
"No, I'm not. I'm neither bored nor do I glare. It's just my normal, neutral face.", said Samuel absolutely calm. "Now let's go."
Arnar chuckled but stood up. "Follow me. I'll lead the way."
Constructive criticism, by the way, is always welcome.
To the Conclave, to be read in full session only. Do not open until such time as a full session has been called forth.
Friends, the time has come to reveal certain pieces of information which are key to understanding recent events. The Darkness, the antithesis to the Light, is coming to Earth...his slow approach heralds a rise in the activity of evil upon the Earth and threatens the safety of the Earth. A defense must be mounted on threats within our worlds and here I outline the actions to be voted upon and taken by all presiding nations and organizations.
I: A resolution passed to dissolve all protections laid to stop communication and cooperation between organizations across territorial lines.
II: All defense spending is to be increased by 25% and volunteer draft quotas for the armed services of all presiding nations is to increase 10% initially and by 25% over the next five years.
III: A combined operation across national borders and territorial lines to discover the nature and intent of all non-affiliated or cult activities taking place across the Earth. All non-affiliated groups and cults found to participate in worship of the Darkness will be met with swift dismantling and those who persist will meet criminal violation of international statute.
IV: A combined operational inquiry into the cause of inter-dimensional rifts and the integrity of world wards of Earth by a team of international and inter-organizational members to be determined by a board appointed by this Conclave of all nations who approve this measure.
V: All nations must agree to a thorough inspection of all government processes to approve that no worshipers or followers of the Darkness are within the government of any nation.
VI: An internal council of leadership within the Maledictum will convene with all agreeing nations in closed session to reveal sensitive information. This session will convene seven days hence this letter is opened and read. If five days pass without being opened, I personally will appear and address a full session of the Conclave. All members of the Conclave who do not attend this session will be considered rogues against the Conclave and their powers and privileges will be suspended and brought to the Illrian Council for questioning.
These articles are to be read and voted on before a full session of the Conclave.
From the Desk of Silas Grey, Illrian Shadow and Archon of the Light
Signed; Silas S. Grey
Friends, the time has come to reveal certain pieces of information which are key to understanding recent events. The Darkness, the antithesis to the Light, is coming to Earth...his slow approach heralds a rise in the activity of evil upon the Earth and threatens the safety of the Earth. A defense must be mounted on threats within our worlds and here I outline the actions to be voted upon and taken by all presiding nations and organizations.
I: A resolution passed to dissolve all protections laid to stop communication and cooperation between organizations across territorial lines.
II: All defense spending is to be increased by 25% and volunteer draft quotas for the armed services of all presiding nations is to increase 10% initially and by 25% over the next five years.
III: A combined operation across national borders and territorial lines to discover the nature and intent of all non-affiliated or cult activities taking place across the Earth. All non-affiliated groups and cults found to participate in worship of the Darkness will be met with swift dismantling and those who persist will meet criminal violation of international statute.
IV: A combined operational inquiry into the cause of inter-dimensional rifts and the integrity of world wards of Earth by a team of international and inter-organizational members to be determined by a board appointed by this Conclave of all nations who approve this measure.
V: All nations must agree to a thorough inspection of all government processes to approve that no worshipers or followers of the Darkness are within the government of any nation.
VI: An internal council of leadership within the Maledictum will convene with all agreeing nations in closed session to reveal sensitive information. This session will convene seven days hence this letter is opened and read. If five days pass without being opened, I personally will appear and address a full session of the Conclave. All members of the Conclave who do not attend this session will be considered rogues against the Conclave and their powers and privileges will be suspended and brought to the Illrian Council for questioning.
These articles are to be read and voted on before a full session of the Conclave.
From the Desk of Silas Grey, Illrian Shadow and Archon of the Light
Signed; Silas S. Grey
Praetor John Colten stepped out of the jeep. He walked towards several Guardians, giving a formal salute he shook the hand of the one in charge of clean up and investigation.
"Wish this could have been on better occasion."
"Me too, but thats life I suppose."
"Why are your people here?"
Colten only looked around as his men unloaded trucks.
"We were in the area and figured you could use help. We have supplies and able bodies. And a geomancer on board who may be able to identify your bomb maker by residue."
"Good." The guardian nodded. "Bring him."
Colten waved back at the group. "Wallowitz, you are up!"
A young woman ran up and joinned them as they walked.
"You will be working with two of ours on retrieving and identifying chemical samples."
They reached the center of t blast radius. Buildings in all directions showed signs of damaged.
((more to come later))
"Wish this could have been on better occasion."
"Me too, but thats life I suppose."
"Why are your people here?"
Colten only looked around as his men unloaded trucks.
"We were in the area and figured you could use help. We have supplies and able bodies. And a geomancer on board who may be able to identify your bomb maker by residue."
"Good." The guardian nodded. "Bring him."
Colten waved back at the group. "Wallowitz, you are up!"
A young woman ran up and joinned them as they walked.
"You will be working with two of ours on retrieving and identifying chemical samples."
They reached the center of t blast radius. Buildings in all directions showed signs of damaged.
((more to come later))
Rejoice! Next part:
I'll try to update daily.
EDIT:
If it's a writer's block that keeps you from making a prologue, just do something inspiring (easier said than done, I know). For me for example, it's taking a stroll through the old city or listening to music.
This
inspired my prologue, for example. (Electric Rock FTW)
"Here, take this." Arnar gave Samuel a breathing protection. "You'll need this."
"Any news about the bombing? It's been three days already and we haven't heard anything."
Samuel walked right next to Arnar in the middle of the street that was like extinct.
"That's not our concern." he said.
Sam stopped looking quite upset. "What?! Why? Why don't we recieve any information?!"
"Because we're reconnossaince! We're even further ahead than the front! What would you think would happen if we were caught? Would you be able to stay silent when you're tortured?!"
Arnars blaze of anger shocked Sam. He was too puzzled to say anything.
Arnar champed with rage."Exactly."
Silence resounded between them.
Finally Arnar sighed and started walking again.
"We don't recieve more information than necessary.
Listen, I've read your dossier and if it wasn't for your abilities you would have been extradited to Germany years ago.
I know it's frustrating but here's a tip from someone who's much longer in this 'buissnes' than you:
Don't bite the hand that feeds you."
"Any news about the bombing? It's been three days already and we haven't heard anything."
Samuel walked right next to Arnar in the middle of the street that was like extinct.
"That's not our concern." he said.
Sam stopped looking quite upset. "What?! Why? Why don't we recieve any information?!"
"Because we're reconnossaince! We're even further ahead than the front! What would you think would happen if we were caught? Would you be able to stay silent when you're tortured?!"
Arnars blaze of anger shocked Sam. He was too puzzled to say anything.
Arnar champed with rage."Exactly."
Silence resounded between them.
Finally Arnar sighed and started walking again.
"We don't recieve more information than necessary.
Listen, I've read your dossier and if it wasn't for your abilities you would have been extradited to Germany years ago.
I know it's frustrating but here's a tip from someone who's much longer in this 'buissnes' than you:
Don't bite the hand that feeds you."
I'll try to update daily.
EDIT:
If it's a writer's block that keeps you from making a prologue, just do something inspiring (easier said than done, I know). For me for example, it's taking a stroll through the old city or listening to music.
This
inspired my prologue, for example. (Electric Rock FTW)
"We're here", Arnar panted. He seemed to be a little bit exhausted. "Just give me... a few seconds."
Sam looked around. An industrial park with big, grey, ugly blocks of factories and warehouses. The warehouse he was inspecting now was, compared to the other ones, small and surrounded by a wire mesh fence that was not very high. It made a ... ruinous impression. The windows were bashed in, well, most of them. But that ruinous look wasn't what bugged him. It was the horrible stench coming from inside the building. A carrion-like odeur mixed with the reek of excrements.
"Are you sure it's the right one? I can't imagine anyone enduring this smell.", Samuel said while putting on the breathing protection Arnar gave him earlier.
"No doubts. We'll find out soon enough."
Arnar picked up a stone from the ground and held it firm in his hands for a few moments. When he opened his hands again the stone was glowing from heat. He threw it over the fence towards the warehouse. Nothing happened.
Arnar grunted satisfied. "No traps here." He started climbing over the fence. "We better keep silent and watch your steps." Samuel gave him a questioning look "Contact mines."
Sam climbed over the fence. Arnar grinned "You just stepped into one."
"Holy shi... wait, into?" He lifted his foot "....Ewwwwww...dog-doo...."
After Samuel cleaned his boots, they continued their way to the warehouse. The smell got worse but Arnar still didn't wear his breathing protection. They stood in front of the door.
"So..., what are we doing now? Just walking in?"
"Well, we..."
Suddenly an unnatural deep and ominous growl came from inside the building.
Sam looked around. An industrial park with big, grey, ugly blocks of factories and warehouses. The warehouse he was inspecting now was, compared to the other ones, small and surrounded by a wire mesh fence that was not very high. It made a ... ruinous impression. The windows were bashed in, well, most of them. But that ruinous look wasn't what bugged him. It was the horrible stench coming from inside the building. A carrion-like odeur mixed with the reek of excrements.
"Are you sure it's the right one? I can't imagine anyone enduring this smell.", Samuel said while putting on the breathing protection Arnar gave him earlier.
"No doubts. We'll find out soon enough."
Arnar picked up a stone from the ground and held it firm in his hands for a few moments. When he opened his hands again the stone was glowing from heat. He threw it over the fence towards the warehouse. Nothing happened.
Arnar grunted satisfied. "No traps here." He started climbing over the fence. "We better keep silent and watch your steps." Samuel gave him a questioning look "Contact mines."
Sam climbed over the fence. Arnar grinned "You just stepped into one."
"Holy shi... wait, into?" He lifted his foot "....Ewwwwww...dog-doo...."
After Samuel cleaned his boots, they continued their way to the warehouse. The smell got worse but Arnar still didn't wear his breathing protection. They stood in front of the door.
"So..., what are we doing now? Just walking in?"
"Well, we..."
Suddenly an unnatural deep and ominous growl came from inside the building.