May 25, 1889
The Briefing Room, MI5 Headquarters, 221B Baker Street, London, England
Allan Quatermain stood over a small table in the middle of an office; dimly lit from the blinds covering the window which cast a shadow above his bearded mouth. The walls were a rich mahogany draped with portraits of the many notable figures in the English secret service. A dozen chairs lined the walls, the fabric deteriorated from countless agents resting before their next outing. Sitting atop the table was a large map of England. He had jabbed a few red pins into the map, most likely tracking locations of interest.
--------"If he be Mr. Hyde, I shall be Mr. Seek." he said under his breath.
The door behind Quatermain was opened, and in stepped a short, stout lady in a formal dress. As she approached the table, her face, too was veiled by the blinds.
--------"Mrs. Hudson," Quatermain paused, "It seems our little friend is southbound."
--------"Please, call me H."
--------"Last seen in London a week ago," he continued, motioning at the bright red pin sitting atop the circling streets of the city, "he was caught running through Guildford this morning."
--------"Seems like he's chasing something."
--------"Or being chased." Quatermain added, "He must be heading towards Bournemouth. If I want any chance of catching up to him I should leave now."
--------"You can't go at this alone, Quatermain. Now if you'll allow me, I'd like to escort you down to the Moore Room, where you'll be meeting your new teammates and given your equipment."
The Moore Room, MI5 Headquarters, 221 Baker Street, London, England
The room was deep within the basement of the complex, far from any other location to avoid distraction and possible breaches. In fact, the two had to take a second elevator once they reached the lower level. As the elevator came to an abrupt stop and its rusty doors opened with a squeal, the two stepped out.
It had a striking contrast to the rest of the building. Instead of wooden walls and Victorian archways there stood concrete pillars and and ceilings lined with fluorescent lights that lit the room with solid white light. Quatermain squinted, waiting for his eyes to adjust from the orange daylight of the Sahara to the sterile, disinfecting light of the Moore Room.
There were tables all around the room, with workers dressed in white operating complex machinery to produce the equipment and gadgets that agents would carry with them on a mission.
--------"Welcome to the Moore Room, Quatermain." H said, and with a wave of her hand, two staff walked over to a nearby table with a white veil over it. They carefully took the cover off, unveiling a small arsenal of weaponry and equipment that the team would be using on their first mission. Quatermain's eyes lit up as he saw what he was looking for all this time. H saw it too, walking closer to give his team leader the briefing.
--------"I can see you've found your elephant gun." Quatermain picked up his gun, looking it over, inspecting every inch for damage. He opened the bolt.
--------"Where are the-"
--------"Tranquilizers, Quatermain. We need him back alive."
Fuming, the hunter closed the bolt and set the gun back onto the table. He strafed to the right, looking over the other equipment being provided.
--------"An experimental kangaroo whip equipped with a built-in taser. Very high voltage. Could come in handy." H started, "Moving on, we have a few gallons of chloroform. I'm sure you're familiar with it. And, finally, a net composed of super heavy micro-chain mail. Chain him up in case you can't get him to sleep."
Quatermain was pleased with the advanced technology MI5 provided, but he was more a traditionalist, and planned to stay that way.
--------"The new members of your team will arrive shortly, I'm sure of it." H spoke while Quatermain was still fantasizing about finally capturing the beast known as Mr. Hyde. "We have one more thing for you, Quatermain." she said to the huntsman who whipped around on his heels, showing but a hint of interest in his eyes. "A gift from the infamous Dr. Victor Frankenstein" she continued, "think of it as a tool to help in your tracking, a search dog... of sorts."
--------"Of sorts?"
The Manager quickly signaled to two staff in the corner of the room. They hesitantly unveiled the body that had been sitting under the gleaming light of an operating table, revealing the remains of several men, stitched together to form what was Frankenstein's creation. Quatermain's jaw dropped as the "man", if it could be called so, opened it's eyes and sat up on the table. Quatermain, having no other option but to wait for the others, approached it.
--------"Speak, beast. What is your name?"
S Shabazz
Dove
Radio_Rat66.6
idalie
Yahhah
Safety Hammer
The Briefing Room, MI5 Headquarters, 221B Baker Street, London, England
Allan Quatermain stood over a small table in the middle of an office; dimly lit from the blinds covering the window which cast a shadow above his bearded mouth. The walls were a rich mahogany draped with portraits of the many notable figures in the English secret service. A dozen chairs lined the walls, the fabric deteriorated from countless agents resting before their next outing. Sitting atop the table was a large map of England. He had jabbed a few red pins into the map, most likely tracking locations of interest.
--------"If he be Mr. Hyde, I shall be Mr. Seek." he said under his breath.
The door behind Quatermain was opened, and in stepped a short, stout lady in a formal dress. As she approached the table, her face, too was veiled by the blinds.
--------"Mrs. Hudson," Quatermain paused, "It seems our little friend is southbound."
--------"Please, call me H."
--------"Last seen in London a week ago," he continued, motioning at the bright red pin sitting atop the circling streets of the city, "he was caught running through Guildford this morning."
--------"Seems like he's chasing something."
--------"Or being chased." Quatermain added, "He must be heading towards Bournemouth. If I want any chance of catching up to him I should leave now."
--------"You can't go at this alone, Quatermain. Now if you'll allow me, I'd like to escort you down to the Moore Room, where you'll be meeting your new teammates and given your equipment."
— ◆ —
The Moore Room, MI5 Headquarters, 221 Baker Street, London, England
The room was deep within the basement of the complex, far from any other location to avoid distraction and possible breaches. In fact, the two had to take a second elevator once they reached the lower level. As the elevator came to an abrupt stop and its rusty doors opened with a squeal, the two stepped out.
It had a striking contrast to the rest of the building. Instead of wooden walls and Victorian archways there stood concrete pillars and and ceilings lined with fluorescent lights that lit the room with solid white light. Quatermain squinted, waiting for his eyes to adjust from the orange daylight of the Sahara to the sterile, disinfecting light of the Moore Room.
There were tables all around the room, with workers dressed in white operating complex machinery to produce the equipment and gadgets that agents would carry with them on a mission.
--------"Welcome to the Moore Room, Quatermain." H said, and with a wave of her hand, two staff walked over to a nearby table with a white veil over it. They carefully took the cover off, unveiling a small arsenal of weaponry and equipment that the team would be using on their first mission. Quatermain's eyes lit up as he saw what he was looking for all this time. H saw it too, walking closer to give his team leader the briefing.
--------"I can see you've found your elephant gun." Quatermain picked up his gun, looking it over, inspecting every inch for damage. He opened the bolt.
--------"Where are the-"
--------"Tranquilizers, Quatermain. We need him back alive."
Fuming, the hunter closed the bolt and set the gun back onto the table. He strafed to the right, looking over the other equipment being provided.
--------"An experimental kangaroo whip equipped with a built-in taser. Very high voltage. Could come in handy." H started, "Moving on, we have a few gallons of chloroform. I'm sure you're familiar with it. And, finally, a net composed of super heavy micro-chain mail. Chain him up in case you can't get him to sleep."
Quatermain was pleased with the advanced technology MI5 provided, but he was more a traditionalist, and planned to stay that way.
--------"The new members of your team will arrive shortly, I'm sure of it." H spoke while Quatermain was still fantasizing about finally capturing the beast known as Mr. Hyde. "We have one more thing for you, Quatermain." she said to the huntsman who whipped around on his heels, showing but a hint of interest in his eyes. "A gift from the infamous Dr. Victor Frankenstein" she continued, "think of it as a tool to help in your tracking, a search dog... of sorts."
--------"Of sorts?"
The Manager quickly signaled to two staff in the corner of the room. They hesitantly unveiled the body that had been sitting under the gleaming light of an operating table, revealing the remains of several men, stitched together to form what was Frankenstein's creation. Quatermain's jaw dropped as the "man", if it could be called so, opened it's eyes and sat up on the table. Quatermain, having no other option but to wait for the others, approached it.
--------"Speak, beast. What is your name?"
— ◆ —
S Shabazz
Dove
Radio_Rat66.6
idalie
Yahhah
Safety Hammer