Mudlark

A man in his early twenties stood by the entrance to the Covent garden Tube. "Big Issue, Big Issue", he yelled at the Saturday afternoon shoppers.

As usual, nobody paid much attention to him. He was dirty, smelly and not particularly attractive. He didn't care though, it was all a front, James had other things on his mind.

"I'll take all of them."

"What!?" James replied, brought suddenly out of his thoughts.

"The Big Issues, I'll take them all."

James thinks it over for a few seconds. "Yeah... What ever mate, that's twenty-five quid."

"There you go... Oh, and somebody told me, you were the man to talk to if you needed things..."

James lifts his hand over his head and vigorously rubs his greasy hair. "And who exactly told you that mate?"

"Well... I did actually, but that's beside the point. Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Daniel Scott and you are of course James, or should I call you Mudlark?"

Back to base, sick

Sliding open the door to the warehouse I let out a heavy sigh and flicked the light switch.
It had been a long and painful month. First the trip to Scotland had been an abject failure. The vials Luke had prepared were next to useless by the time we actually found any need for them. The leads we were following quickly dried up and we were left with nothing but the address of a professor in Liverpool. It was only when we arrived in Liverpool that we heard on the news that that door had shut too.

The answers we needed, what had happened, who was responsible and what the researchers in China we there for had eluded us.....for now.

The light in the back room came on. I looked up to see Sebastian step out.
"You alright there Issac?" He asked
"Yeah, Yeah I'll be ok." I replied
"Tea?" He pointed towards the kitchen
"Why not" I smiled "You can fill me in on what's been going on here. I hope you've been keeping out of trouble"
Sebastian turned and smiled nervously.

Tazr

It had been nearly a month since anything of note had occured in London. Morphora had tightened their grip on the centre of the capital to the point where most people began to feel some sembalance of normality. Most open uses of power were jumped upon and the "offending" person removed to an, as yet, undisclosed location.
Tazr lived out in Barnet he'd managed to keep his gifts from his parents and demonstrated them to the parties who had provided him with work. Carrying a small electrical charge in each hand he was able guarantee delivery of whatever needed safe delivery. He guessed he was lucky, but yearned to wield the power of the likes of Red Dart, Vault and Stone fist. Then again perhaps the reason it was so quiet was because they'd been captured in secret to prevent a publicity scandal. He decided to keep his head down and mouth shut..for the time being anyway.