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burst through the doors and strode over to Dr Johann Stamn, towering over the cowering figure in front of him.
    â€œWhat do you mean it’s gone?” he snarled through gritted teeth, cracking his knuckles, hands twitching as if they itched to wrap themselves around Dr Stamn’s neck. This was not lost on Dr Stamn, who eyed the huge hands nervously and gulped.
    â€œI-I don’t know sir,” he began nervously, watching as the Colonel swelled with anger. If there was one thing the man hated, it was unexplained events.
    â€œOur meters picked up a strange interference at 11:05 and the matter just vanished. We’ve been unable to recover it.” Dr Stamn closed his eyes and waited for the barrage of insults and threats that usually came with a failure. The seconds ticked by and not a sound, so he opened his eyes and looked up at his superior.
    The colonel seemed to be wrestling with himself. His face, once a blotchy plum colour was fading to white as his thoughts raced. Not long before two agents had returned from their task claiming to have experienced some kind of hallucination. They were already being detained. A light, they said and they timed it; 11.05 exactly. Coincidence? The colonel was shaping the world’s destiny; he didn’t believe in coincidence. He turned swiftly on his heel and strode away, leaving Dr Stamn as confused and disorientated as ever he had been.
    *
    Zack stepped off the train at Kings Cross Station and could scarcely believe his luck. He didn’t quite know how, but he had managed to get the train down to London without being discovered by a single guard. Getting past the barriers both ends had been difficult; he’d had to go through right behind the woman with the pushchair and he was convinced one of the children was going to spot him and pipe up, but thankfully they didn’t. Probably too intent on the sweets they were stuffing.
    When he found a seat on the train, he pulled his hood up so as to appear asleep and the passing guard hadn’t bothered waking him; result. He’d been expecting the man to shake him roughly, or ask other passengers who he was, but he hadn’t given any sign that he was bothered by Zack at all. He had simply stamped the tickets from the other passengers, and continued down the train as if he wasn’t there. It was all very strange Zack thought as he made his way out into the cold grey air of London, gazing up at the majestic stone, steel and glass buildings that dappled the skyline. He remembered it – London was where he was from originally, where the first home was before Newcastle, but this part of the city was far more impressive than anything he had ever experienced. He continued to stare and almost immediately he collided with someone, a tall, flame haired girl who had been walking very fast in the opposite direction, but now staggered sideways, winded.
    â€œHey! Watch where you’re going! Idiot!” Zack growled angrily, patting himself down. Not that he was hurt or had fallen; it was more a force of habit. He was hostile; it was part of his nature. The girl turned, righting herself and stared at him. Her mouth dropped open.
    â€œWhat you lookin’ at?!”
    She continued to stare, though not in a confrontational way but rather with wide-eyed astonishment, as if she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. She placed her hands over her stomach, tapping it a couple of times as if checking that it was solid.
    â€œI said...” He moved aggressively forward and she took a step backwards.
    â€œYou!” the girl suddenly snapped. She took a breath and stood a bit straighter as if she’d found her courage. “I was looking at you.”
    â€œYeah? What about me?” He stared defiantly back at her. She was pale, a spot of colour high on her cheeks from the cold. She had wrapped her arms around her thin frame as she looked at him, her feet planted firmly apart; a challenging stance.