Dark Tidings
One - Strange Happenings
"There have been reports of strange attacks all around London, mainly in the Battersea area. Citizens are advised to avoid this area at all costs." Oceane flicked the radio off with one finger. She didn't want to listen any more. She had seen the attacks for herself, and as far as she was concerned, there was nothing more exciting. She ruffled her dog, Milo, behind his fluffy ears, and stood up, stretching out her lithe frame. She walked over to the mini fridge, her black high heels clacking on the laminate flooring, and pulled herself out an ice-cold coke. She opened the can with a flick of her long fingers, and took a large sip of the fizzing drink. She lowered the can with a satisfied "Aaah." as she sat down on her new swivel chair. She took another sip and placed the can on the sideboard with a loud 'thunk'. Oceane steepled her fingers and frowned, her elegant face twisting into it. She leant back against the leather back and sighed deeply, lost in her own thoughts. But she came to no conclusions, and nothing new sprang to mind. She stayed in her position until the sky darkened, then she stood up, and walked to a door. It was huge, steel, and had one of the most high-tech security systems in the whole of London. She entered the code and scanned her fingerprints, and her iris. The door swung open seamlessly, and she walked into her weapons room.
She walked across the floor of the room, running her fingers along each weapon, and then stopped, closing her hand around the hilt of a samurai sword. She lifted the sword and ran her finger along the gleaming silver blade. Perfect. She slipped it into her specialised belt, and let it hang down her leg. She picked up two more weapons, a gun loaded with silver bullets (in case of any werewolves.) and a belt-full of throwing knives and ninja stars. She slipped the gun inside her tight yet supple leather jacket, and attached the ninja stars and knives to her belt. "Milo. We've got work to do." she called to her dog, a Collie cross Alsatian. Milo padded softly alongside her, his studded collar catching the odd ray of light. Oceane stopped at the door and slipped large sunglasses over her hazel eyes, and then opened the door leading out onto the crowded Battersea street.
