Detective Jones pulled up in his unmarked Audi A3 and strolled over to Liverpool Road Bank, his black trench coat blowing out behind him in the gale force wind.
“Give me a status report, now!’ he barked.
“Y-yes sir,” stammered a young officer, “twelve million pounds stolen, no sign of a forced entry, all of the clerks and guards are dead, no signs of resistance and no blood.”
“Are the any bullet or knife wounds on the victims?” asked Jones.
“No sir, that’s the strange thing, all of the bodies are completely unmarked; there aren’t even any signs of them being strangled or assaulted bare-fistedly.” concluded the officer.
“Yes, that is strange. I’ll go and take a look,” said Jones as he walked into the bank. While he looked around he checked for any corpses. He saw two clerks slumped in their chairs; it looked like they’d died so suddenly that they’d not even tried to run or at least get up. Continuing through the bank Jones walked down a darkened corridor. He saw two guards dead in the guard post, still holding cigarettes in their cold hands. Looking further down the corridor he saw six guards lying face down on the floor. Turning a corner he saw another three clerks cold, dead and staring slumped against walls and lying on the floor. As Detective Jones neared the main vault he checked for any spilled notes but there were none. Taking out the vault key the detective unlocked the heavy steel door and slowly pushed it open. Stepping inside the vault Jones took in his surroundings, the vault was about ten by ten meters and completely empty. There wasn’t a single note left and all of the solid gold bars and trinkets were gone. This was highly un-unusual because burglars usually left some money behind accidentally. Suddenly he heard the door click, Jones swung around to see a man clad in black standing with his with his hand clenched. The last thing Detective David Jones saw as he fell was the man, bending down and taking his police pass.
The detective was found two hours later stone dead, his body untouched.
Chapter One
Jack Right strode towards the Dalas and pushed open the old wooden door. Ghost the bar manager, a middle aged, heavily scarred man, greeted him warmly. Walking past Ghost, Jack seated himself on a comfortable black, leather chair and waited.
Fifteen minutes later two men walked in, one in an expensive suit, and the other in a navy blue t-shirt and green jeans. “Hello Mr. Right,” said the man in the suit, whose name was Edwardo Espionage.
“Hello Edwardo,” greeted Jack.
“I trust our plan has worked then?” asked Edwardo.
“Like a dream, sir.”
“Good, good,”
“Right then so you got the dough, right mister?” chipped in the man in the t-shirt.
“Yes Jonathan I have,” replied Jack calmly.
“Good, so give us the money and we’ll give you the drug.”
“Okay then, here’s the address that I’m keeping the money and gold at.” He said quietly.
“Why didn’t you bring it here yourself?” asked Jonathan.
“Hmm, lets think. Maybe I thought lugging several bags full of gold and fifty pound notes wasn’t such a good idea!” he taunted.
“Come on John lets get going” Edwardo began, pulling out a small steel case from suit pocket.
“Wait, you’ll need this key if you want to get in,” Jack said handing Edwardo a small plastic cylinder.
“ Just hold it in front of the door and type in, on the pad at the side, nine, four, seven, one.”
“Thank you Mr. Right, it’s a pleasure doing business with you,” said Edwardo, giving jack the steel case.
“Goodbye Mr. Espionage until the next time,” Jack called as Edwardo and Jack pulled open the door and vanished into the night.
“A vodka please Ghost,” he said smugly.
Edwardo Espionage pulled open the door to his silver, Porsche 911. As his driver powered down the road Edwardo turned the key over in his hands. Why had Jack gone to so much trouble in locking it up when he could have just positioned some armed guards to keep the money safe? It was strange but irrelevant, all he cared about was the money and after he’d got it his plan could begin. He turned to his companion, “Soon Jonathan we will begin operation Twisted Cobra. And then we shall free our brothers and once again we shall rule, the magic underworld!” he smirked.
“And then we can have our revenge on… You know who.”
“Yes Jonathan, yes e shall but until then we must keep our heads down. We don’t want our plan to be discovered when it is so early in it’s development.”
Suddenly the car jerked to a halt. They had arrived!
Suddenly the car jerked to a halt. They had arrived!
As Edwardo stepped out of the car he looked at the warehouse. It was modern, made of concrete with giant iron doors. There were four guards standing in front of the door, their UMP45’s locked and loaded. Edwardo knew these men would give their lives to protect the gold and money inside the warehouse. Just then he heard one of the guards, a tanned fellow with frizzy blonde hair, give out a startled gasp and crumple to the floor. As if following his lead the other three did the same. Edwardo turned round just in time to see his beautiful Porsche explode sending burning debris flying into the air as this happened a cloaked figure strode out of the shadows. Suddenly Jonathan was by Edwardo’s side holding a spear of darkness in his hand. The man pulled back his hood to reveal a handsome face with sparkling blue eyes, a closely cropped beard and sleek brown hair.
“Hello Edwardo” called the man.
“Hello Nicodemo,” Edwardo replied, “It has been far to long, when was the lat time I saw you?”
“June nineteen sixty eight, in Russia remember. I pushed you into the ocean and half froze you.”
“Oh yes I remember know, I’m still bruised from that encounter you know, and now you’re going to pay, Jonathan.” Instantly Jonathan threw the spear of darkness at Nicodemo. He ducked and replied by sending a ball of pure white light speeding towards Jonathan. Unable to dodge the man was struck in the stomach and sent sprawling.
“Tut, tut. You’re really out of practice aren’t you?” Nicodemo taunted.
“We’ve not seen the need to practice,” Replied Edwardo summoning a dark whip and flawing Nicodemo with it. As Edwardo brought the whip back Nicodemo created a white shield, which deflected the second blow that sent a jolt up Edwardo’s arm. Using his enemies surprise to his advantage Nicodemo charged and slammed the shield into Edwardo’s head causing him to blackout. Suddenly Nicodemo felt an agonizing pain in his side and looked down to see crimson blood trickling from a thin but deep hole in his hip. Nicodemo looked up and saw Jonathan standing there an M9 pistol in his hand. Suddenly a blinding rage took hold of Nicodemo and he jumped and kicked Jonathan in the temple making him fall to the ground. Seeing that all his foes were felled Nicodemo stooped down and picked up the small plastic key then slowly limped away.
Chapter 3
Nicodemo Filipo, or Nico to his friends, was seven hundred and seventy two years old, he’d seen empires rise and fall, religions be created and forgotten: he’d even been the source of a few of them as well. He had many names, The Eternal Mage, Demon Slayer, and many more; in one country he’d even been called Death. But this century he was Nicholas Phillips, a night guard at The British Museum. As he stretched in his musty, old armchair he moved his hand to his hip; although he had managed to pull the bullet out the wound still bled. As he felt the wound Nico muttered something under his breath, instantly the hole the bullet had left began to close up, leaving only a small patch of pink flesh. Letting out a sigh of relief Nico got up and walked to his small bathroom; looking into the mirror he saw that his dark brown hair was sticking up in several places that Nico didn’t realize it could. Whilst attempting to pat it down Nico went into his kitchen, and picked up the phone. “Hello Florence are you there?”
“Yes Nico I’m here what’s the situation.”
”Tell Dragona to come with you and meet me at Buckingham palace.” Responded Nico.
“What about Skull shall I bring her?” asked Florence.
“If you must.” Said Nico wearily.
As Florence Black strolled down the cobbled streets of London with her friends Dragona Pine and Skull Jones her reflected on her conversation with Nico. In all of the two hundred and twenty or so years she’d known him she’d never heard him like that. He sounded worried. Suddenly she heard Skull fall to the ground. Instantly she and Dragona spun round just in time to see a man wrapped in white cloth swing a spade at their heads knocking them both out.
Nico was worried. Florence and her friends should have arrived twelve minutes earlier and yet they’d not come. Nico knew his friend Florence and realized something had happened, she’d never disappoint him. So she must have been hurt or worse! Nico set of at a sprint heading down a tight lane that was dark and grimy. As he turned a corner he stumbled on a bag of rubbish but he kept on going. He was going to save his friends.
Florence opened her eyes. She was in a dark, room. She could feel two bodies next to her and guessed that they were Dragona and Skull. As her eyes grew accustomed to the dark she made out a par of cords each with wires poking out of the end. Suddenly the lights came on and the man in white cloth came striding towards them, on his way he picked up the cords.
“Tell me where Nicodemo is or you die.”
“Never!” roared Florence.
“Then you fate is sealed,”
The man turned and flicked a switch and instantly blue sparks came flying out of the ends of the cords. Then the man lunged with the cords striking her in the chest. Florence let out and agonized scream.
Nico sensed it. His friend was in pain. He took a sharp left and then came to a huge stainless steel door with a Ford Fiesta parked in front. Nico used his powers to send the car fling through the door. Inside he saw Florence slumped in a chair along with Dragona and Skull. He also saw a man clad in white bandages staring at him. Nico summoned a lead ball and hurled it at the man sending him flying into the concrete wall. The sound woke his friends and Nico used a simple spell to free them. Florence, Skull and Dragona instantly ran to where their weapons were being stored. Dragona picked up his two heavy battle axes, while Skull took her AA12 and mace. Finally Florence put on her Necromancer ring. All three of them then launched themselves at the man and quite quickly he was lying dead on the floor. Several parts of his body missing.
Chapter 4
Jack was waiting outside a pub in central London; his client was late. He’d arranged to meet at eleven forty. It was now quarter past twelve and Jack was getting angry. He ran a very tight schedule and he couldn’t afford to be kept waiting. Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder. Spinning around Jack braced himself for an attack but none came. Looking up Jack saw his client, Kallista Pendragon.
“It’s good to see you Jack,” she said.
“Yeah. You too Kalista,” replied Jack gruffly, “So what do you want doing?”
“I want you to kill Edwardo Espionage.”
“It will be done sir, don’t worry.”
“I know you won’t fail me Jack,” she said, “Contact me when you have killed him,”
And with that Kallista vanished. Jack hated teleporters…
Edwardo slowly picked himself up. His whole body was aching. Standing up he saw the carnage Nicodemo had left in his wake. For a start Edwardo’s beautiful Porsche was in several burning pieces, then he smelt something that smelled like burning paper. Suddenly Edwardo had a terrible thought, he quickly ran over to the warehouse to see a hole in the wall, and on the other side of the wall he saw an inferno. A piece of the car had obviously crashed through the concrete wall and set fir to all the money. Edwardo collapsed to his knees. This couldn’t be happening. All he would have left were a couple of hundred gold bars, which wouldn’t be anywhere near enough to fund his operation. As he slowly raised his head he felt a comforting hand on his shoulder. He turned his head to see his brother Jonathan smiling kindly,
“Don’t worry brother, there are plenty more banks to rob and plenty more money in the world,”
“Yes brother I know but we where so close and he ruined it.”
Suddenly Edwardo had an idea; he picked up his mobile and dialed,
“Hello, Jack. Yes I have a job for you.”
Jack Right couldn’t believe his luck. Edwardo had just phoned him up to ask Jack to do a job for him. It was his perfect chance; all he’d have to do was kill him while his back was turned. Easy money. Opening the door to his Saab 95 he put in the coordinates to his GPS and then he was off.
Edwardo paced up and down the long, wide street which over looked the Themes. Then he saw Jack striding towards him.
“Hello Jack,”
“Hello Edwardo,”
“I trust you’ve completed the job?”
“Not yet,” said Jack
“Why not?” asked Edwardo
“Goodbye Edwardo.” Said jack as he clenched his fist. Suddenly Edwardo felt his throat tighten and tighten and then. Blackness…
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