It was late morning when Inspector Marcus Tolliver called them on their shared mobile number. The young male informant had again made contact. Marcus played them the 999 recording that had come through to the Police switchboard less than 10 minutes before and confirmed that it was the same voice that had tipped them off … More Episode 8 – London’s Calling

1. A group video-phone call. A couple of words were all they needed to say. “we’re in.” Bethany actually squealed with delight. They agreed that her sponsorship would be kept secret but that they would turn down the offer to work for her Dad (not that he’d contacted them since the visit to his offices). … More Bluebook Session 7d – A Series of Fortunate Events

A couple of weeks ago inside the ARC Complex. Wonder if it’s night or day? The lack of personnel around led her to believe it was night-time but time no longer mattered to her anymore. It hadn’t for a long, long time. Annie sat down by her console, not that she needed to sit of … More Bluebook Session 7c – Intermission 3

Jeeves was a man who had been used to being in control of all aspects of his life. The hellspawn creatures that now plagued his mind had taken that away from him. From living in castles and mansions (admittedly in the servant’s quarters) to living on the street had been the final straw to his … More Bluebook Session 7b – Intermission 2

Adam Meyers wandered around the basement facility. He’d meet with Young Sam (why did he remind him so much of his lost brother? Was it the shared name? The accent which so similar to his baby brothers? What..?)  and the others only a few hours ago and got permission to look round their proposed base. … More Bluebook Session 7b – Intermission 1

It was a nice quiet morning. They were all on standby whilst the Police (and Rabbi Shallach Ben Holmz’s homeless network) scoured London for clues or rumours as to the current whereabouts of the kidnapped people. Max had left a text message with Mary to call him later that day as he might have had … More Bluebook Session 7a – Contemplations

Morning arrived and Akira and Young Sam had gathered in Mary’s container for a planning meeting to discuss how best to handle the interview with Dalton later that day, when Mary’s phone rang. “Sir Damien here” said the purified East End accent she recognised from their previous meeting. “I understand from my staff that you’ve … More Episode 7 – A Diet of Worms

Fred was the type of man who would swear on his mother’s grave, but would really swear on anything – as long as he thought you’d believe him.k out Jeeves (and his dog) with her Mystic Senses next time they meet. “Anyway…”

Before Mary can comment further, Naomi handed over an embossed card with an invitation to visit the St. Catherine’s Private Members Library, 88-94 Kingsway, Holborn, London WC2B 6AF  and a request addressed to Dr. Maxwell Bradbury, Chief Librarian to allow them access to the special collections section. “Not urgent, but they may be able to help with some of your research into mystical matters including dreams.  And the new boy on the block?” pointing towards a bemused Akira, “will really benefit from becoming a student, if they will have him.” With that she stubs out her cigarette and with a wave of her wrist she walked away, within seconds vanishing into the darkness of the access road.

Unsure what the library was supposed to provide though she imagined it had an occult book collection that Naomi apparently believed would be of assistance to them. Given the lateness of the evening, She suggested to Young Sam and Akira that they also have a look at the abandoned basement she’d found beneath their feet.

It took Young Sam and Akira a few minutes to widen the gap sufficiently for them all to get below ground even if they had to fly and float down. The first thing they saw was the armoured blast doors that had been shoved deep into the wall. What had this been used for and why had it been abandoned? The walls were reinforced concrete. With their torches ablaze they wandered into the main room, to their right was a corridor with again what looked like heavily armed blast doors at various intervals and then Akira spotted it, a faded, torn poster about the safe handling of explosives… Had this been an armaments factory during one of the wars (the first looking at the poster) hence the heavy construction?

A quick look around discovered the stairs that led to the sub-basement. Both floors seemed substantial. It would require a fair amount of work but there was plenty of space for whatever they felt like using… There was even a section of the sub-basement that had obviously served as staff quarters with an admittedly antique commercial kitchen area!

As they were leaving, a message came through Akira’s Comm unit from Jasper Dexter. Could they meet up in a few days’ time to discuss whether they might be able to contribute to the repairs of the office loft and he wanted to know if they had any ideas about how he might manage the lease either until Flint returned or the lease ran out?

Remembering her promise, Mary braced herself to try and take a reading from Jeeves and Rascal before bed. Jeeves was sitting at the door to their container near the calor gas heater with Rascal on his lap when she arrived, Jeeves as always, was muttering and arguing away at himself under his breath. Mary knew this wouldn’t be pleasant, as people with mental health issues often had fractured auras and trying to read them often left you with a splitting headache. If she was being honest that was why she’d never tried reading him before, reading schizophrenics really hurt. Well needs must…

She took a reading on Rascal first. Start with the least contentious of her subjects. A normal animal aura flared into view on her inner eye but it was impossible to not notice that Rascal was upset and feeling both frustrated and protective. Even in its, his dreams, it was snapping and biting at multiple things, trying to protect his master… Ok!!! Mary wasn’t sure she liked where this was going.

Mary braced herself and read Jeeves. Her mind opened to a chaotic, kaleidoscopic, fractured aura with dark shadows everywhere. The pain hit almost immediately, as shards of his shattered aura cut and sliced into her mind; forcing her to collapse to the ground in pain. Shi..!

Then she saw them, dark silhouettes, near invisible in the shadows of his mind, ripping away constantly at Jeeves’ psyche and sanity creating more and more sharp blood-red splinters that Jeeves tried constantly to repair and soothe. Shards created by smoke-like creatures of pure hate clawing and whispering unholy obscenities at him all the time. Horror movies and decades of hell and brimstone preaching had never prepared her for this. Demonic imps??? Now that she knew they were there, she could make out their dark outlines in the shadowy corners of his mind, there were dozens of them! Then she had an unsettling thought, if she could see them, could they in turn see her? Several of the shadowy, alien shapes seemed to turn sightless eyes in her direction as she withdrew quickly, way too quickly… Jeeves was schizophrenic alright, but in his case he had reason to be…

Not sure what to do next, she got up and stepped out of the darkness to wish Jeeves a good night. “Good night Ma’am I have left you some savouries as a late snack. Hope that is satisfactory..?” Mary nodded, almost in tears trying to keep her emotions in check “Thank you Jeeves, I appreciate that, good night” and left before he could see her distress.

Sam, sat on his cosy cot-nest, and idled on his smart-tablet which he had charging. He rubbed his furrowed brow.

It was never going to be easy. It’s always, always about power and control; the natural order of things. It’s a fact of humanity and the laws of nature that there are going to be people and groups who will want to rise to the top, the cream of the crop – to create a situation in society where they can live in unquestioned “perfect” hedonism without recourse, or rather those who carry so much dissatisfaction that they want to disrupt and bring down the system. Just so happens that being meta gets you dragged into it one way or another. Learn or die trying, Sam supposed.

Focus, what would Flint do? What would Flint do? He tapped his sturdy tablet on his forehead. “Maybe I should read some more Sherlock, or watch some good crime dramas.”

While his device was booting up, he contemplated on the day. Rather than developing a headache, with a dash of paranoia dwelling on the recent past, he opted to sketch out a quick plan of action for the future. For complex investigations, it is almost always better to bounce ideas off someone else (unless they are somehow caught in the spiders’ web also).

Sam starts listing the various things he wanted to do…

From developing the Basement complex into a BASE-ment, to visiting the library, people including the Black Dragonkin (he couldn’t be a villain could he?) and possibly it’s about time he revisited the cave in Wales?  He kept on listing items he needed to check out but one thought kept on interrupting his thought processes… A long pause, a single sigh and a heavy flop to the covers.

– Ask Annie to dinner(?)

The idle blinking text icon taunting, Sam lazily threw the tablet onto a nearby surface and prodded at the nearby somewhat mystical dream catcher. With a heavy sigh, he resigned himself to dreams of chasing and failing flesh. Again. He thought briefly on Annie’s infectious delightful giggle, and felt just a little bit better. … More Bluebook Session 6b – The Felling of Tall Tales

30/12/1976 Date of first incursion above Romaine Wharf. The Omega-drone scouts were driven off by Doctor Challenger-Wildeman and the Crown Guard. 22/07/2009 A full invasion fleet comes through above the UK (in particular above Romaine Wharf and Claremont Academy/Wessex) – Doc’ Challenger-Wildeman, Jack Wolfe, Doc’s daughter Andrea and husband Sharik (Scott Free) managed to close … More Bluebook Session 6a – Terminus & the Silver Storm

Monday Morning – Akira popped in to tell everyone he was jumping back home to collect some of his personal belongings from the Monastery and that he’d do his best to get back in time for the meeting that afternoon with Sir Damien Dalton. No sooner had he spoke than he’d teleported directly to the … More Episode 6 – Fee Fi Foe Fumes!