Prologue: Terror Prelude(8)
“Two Targets down.” There is a voice in the radio, “Clear to go.”
As usual, the three men keep moving forward, return as how they enter.
On the way back.
“Who’s next?” this is the voice of the easterner.
The sound of rummaging files rings like that’s an order.
“Simon Mathews.”
Placid sea breeze blows every corner of British Isles, at the time when the policemen arrived, the smell of the gunpowder had been blown away. The name noticed unconsciously, sowed the seeds of catastrophes in the future.
As usual, the three men keep moving forward, return as how they enter.
On the way back.
“Who’s next?” this is the voice of the easterner.
The sound of rummaging files rings like that’s an order.
“Simon Mathews.”
Placid sea breeze blows every corner of British Isles, at the time when the policemen arrived, the smell of the gunpowder had been blown away. The name noticed unconsciously, sowed the seeds of catastrophes in the future.
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