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Prologue, and first section of Chapter 1. More later.



Project Omega

Prologue
Wales, Cardiff, Friday 26th July, 2011

James Allen had black hair, normally spiked up, he was tall, 30 years old and lived a simple life- he worked as a football coach for schools, going round the country, a new school each week, this week however was going to bring a lot of changes.
“Okay, now we are going to do some passing ski-” James was interrupted by his mobile phone.
“Hullo? Who’s this?” he asked
“Come to the front gate.” A man growled
“Hmm?”
“James Allen. You are needed, come to the front gate. Now. The fate of the world depends on this”
“Okay.” He replied. “Hey! Mr. Brown, cover for me will ya? I’ve got to sort something out.”
The teacher he had shouted to, jogged over to the group and started to give out instructions, James ran to the school gate and, to his surprise there was actually a man standing there.
“Did you phone me?” he asked the man, who was clad in a black suit, he had a hat which blocked his face.
“What do you want?” James asked
“I want you to become a secret agent, here,” the strange man handed James a plane ticket “Our headquarters are in Egypt, you have a free ticket. Take it or leave it. I suggest you take it, you look in need of a holiday anyway.” And with that the man walked off.
James walked back to the school field, deciding that he would go to Egypt tomorrow, Saturday, as he wouldn’t be working again until Thursday.

China, Hong Kong, Saturday 27th July, 2011

George Nesbitt had been on the streets of Hong Kong ever since his Dad had gone bankrupt when he was four. At the age of fourteen his Dad had been killed in a ‘tramp war’ so George had been on his own for the last three years. He was, however perfectly capable of looking after himself, learning all the tricks of how to stay alive on the streets from his dad. George had long black hair and dirty, ripped yellow clothes- though now you could hardly see that.
George looked round; the strange man dressed in a black suit was still following him. What did he want? George turned into an alleyway, now they were in his territory. George took a left, a right, a right a left into a dead end. He swore loudly, he had panicked and taken a wrong turn, he heard footsteps, and the strange man was there.
“If you want to escape living in poverty, you’ll let me help you.” He growled
“What do you want?” George demanded.
“To help you.” He replied, handing over a plane ticket “Here, you can come to Egypt, get a new life.” The man then walked off. George looked at the ticket and shook his head.
“Ah what the hell, anything is worth a try.” He headed off to the airport.

Kiev, Ukraine, Saturday 27th July 2011
Nick Rattigan had brown hair, fairly long, but he had it gelled so it protruded from the front of his head. He was tall, and well-built. He had moved to Ukraine with his girlfriend, who had subsequently left him for a rich business man. Now he was working in a small kiosk, and living in a small one bedroom flat. Today would change his whole life.
Nick was reading a magazine about weapons when a customer came in; it was a strange man in a black suit, he walked around the small kiosk handling a few items then putting them back
“Look,” Nick said in Ukrainian “If you gonna handle all the merchandise like this, the least you could do is actually buy something.” The man looked at Nick oddly
“C’mon.” Nick said in English now. “What do you want?” The man walked up to the counter.
“Here, have a plane ticket to Egypt.” The man growled putting a slip of paper on the counter “It’s a free ticket out of this life.” The man then walked out of the shop.
Nick chuckled to himself “Egypt, eh?” he put wrote a resignation slip, walked out of the shop and took a taxi to the airport

London, England, Sunday, 28th July 2011

David Lindsey had a good life, well, as far as he was concerned anyway. He had a decent job, and was a whiz with computers, having almost no friends in real life, he had made a real effort in the internet world to make friends; he even had his own website. He was also fat, but he was the type of person who really doesn’t care about that sort of thing.
‘dynamo@teamomega.com has added you to his or her contact list. Do you want to:
O Allow this person to see you online
O Block this person from seeing you online’
David regarded this new email with suspicion: he had never heard of this email, but allowed it, just to see who it was. The new contact was online, David started a conversation:
‘I R NOOBLET says:
Uh who are you?
Dynamo says:
Someone to pass on a message
I R NOOBLET says:
What? Who are you?
Dynamo says:
Leave you flat, come down to the door. You will be given the chance of a life time.
I R NOOBLET says:
Is this some kind of prank?
Dynamo says:
No, I assure you it isn’t. Just come to the door I’ll prove it.
I R NOOBLET says:
Kk I’ll be down in a sec.’
David left his chair, left his apartment and took the lift down to the ground floor. He opened the door, went outside and to his great surprise there was a man there, sitting on a bench with a laptop
“What do you want?” David demanded
“To give you a chance to do something wonderful.” The man then handed David a plane ticket
“Come to Egypt. Have a holiday. It’ll be worth your while.” The man then shut his laptop, got up and walked away. David waddled back to his flat, sat down on his chair and studied the ticket. Should he go? He was on holiday from work, he had nothing to hold him back and he had always wanted to go to Egypt. He went to tell his online friends he would be away for a while.

Chapter 1

Marieke Prieb looked up at the arrivals board. The flight she was waiting for still hadn’t come; in fact it wasn’t estimated to arrive for another half an hour. The thirty year old German sighed and sauntered over to the bar. She picked up a bag of maltesers and a ready made ham roll, then paying the bored looking checkout boy Marieke walked away again and sat down on one of the longs rows of red metal seats. She un-wrapped her roll and munched it hungrily, while suspiciously watching a man in a black suit looking at the arrivals board, after a while he walked away in the direction of the exit. Marieke decided to follow this shady character.

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