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This story is No. 6 in the series "Things to do". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: As Buffy and Dawn settle in the Wacher's Council HQ in England, Philip Burton's New Dawn takes flight. Will they be able to aid the ARC crew to save the world from destruction?

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Television > PrimevalDmitriFR1359,879012,23726 Jun 1119 Jul 11No

Prologue: Underground

Prologue: Underground

Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine, but belong to Impossible Pictures™.

A year ago

It was dark in the subway tunnels, dark, and damp, and quiet. Normally, this place would actually be bustling with activity, full of people and their machines, but for now this was the weekend, Sunday, to be more precise when nothing was stirring, not even a mouse.

Suddenly, there was something else in these tunnels – yet another time anomaly. Judging from the giant, blind, burrowing arthropods that were coming through it, it was a time anomaly that was opening in the future, not the past. And something else was coming through, something that even the intelligence-challenged insects gave a wide berth to.

One booted foot stepped through, and then another, followed by the rest of the person.

“Let's see, this sounds like the possible outcome version 37-F8,” the woman muttered, as she carefully walked away from the time anomaly (which snapped shut behind her), to a hidden cranny, that should not have been there – but it was. Inside the cranny lay – among other things - a cold steel blade, a pair of brass knuckles, a bayonet from an AK-47 assault rifle, a PMN mine, and a time clock that was ticking away in the absolute darkness, silence and emptiness.

“Ah, it is the summer of 2011,” the woman smiled thinly. “That means I that am in the past – their past,” – and she smiled at the last bit. It was a smile belonging on a face of a demon, which this woman was, to a point. “They know me not, but I do know them all – especially Matt Anderson!” A grimace briefly distorted the woman’s face, turning it from comely to grotesque. “I shall enjoy using this advantage to the fullest!” She laughed, and the laughter, much louder and more penetrating than one would expect from her rather slight frame, causing the seemingly much-larger creatures to scatter for safety.

And yet, the woman ignored them. After a brief consideration she took the bayonet and the mine, put it into her backpack and left the empty chamber, her footsteps echoing hollowly in the subterranean corridors.

End of the prologue
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