Sheldrake Enterprises, 25 Old Broad St, London EC2N 1HN. Internationally known as the headquarters of one of the most exclusive powerful financial firms in the world. However, its deeper secret was that its financial activities were a disguise for its true role as a government secret intelligence program. Far from being the tallest tower building in London, its presence was neither too visible or invisible.
Walking through the front entrance of the tower, a visitor is met with the typical features of a corporate building. A revolving door, which at the peak of day is continually spinning like a wheel with clients and staff entering and exiting, all of them with ideas in their minds of how the world works. The security staff at the reception desk. The turnstiles beyond them that let people through to the various offices. The cleaners. The maintenance staff. The administrators. The restaurants next to the entrance on the ground floor. The business. The money. But none of these people knew about the Q division.
Grace had to sign a confidentiality clause when she joined the Q division, she herself would probably admit that the huge salary clouded her judgment. Headhunted while she was at university finishing her masters degree in artificial intelligence, she saw joining the Q division's telekinetic program as a way to make a career out of her skills.
The Q division of Sheldrake enterprises was a maze, almost impossible to navigate if you are a stranger. Odd turnings, unmarked doors that all looked the same. The colour of the corridors, a constant light grey with black doors every couple of paces. The walls were extremely thick compared to the regular parts of the Sheldrake Enterprises building. An easy design as Q division is in the basement of the Sheldrake building.
Grimm marched through the corridors at the deepest level of the building. Spector followed.
"How long will it take the supercomputer to unscramble the data picked up by the gamma gun sensors and track Grace?"
"I foresee that it will take seven days Lord Grimm," said Spector.
"7 days!" Grimm growled. "You are useless, Grace was always better than you."
"I agree wholeheartedly sir, she has brains and beauty," said Spector.
Grimm looked at Spector and shook his head in disbelief.
At the end of the corridor was a thick metal white door. It had a square window through which you could look inside to see another door. Below the window was warning stating, "warning sub zero temperatures beyond next door."
A face scan allowed Grimm and Spector pass the door and into the airlock. Grimm put on protective gear to protect him from the cold, beyond the next door. Spector tried to follow suit but Grimm stopped him.
"Wait here. I want to speak to him alone."
Totally covered in overalls to keep him warm and a visor to cover his eyes, Grimm opened the next door. It opened with a hissing sound. He entered the cubic room lined square tiles on the walls, floor and ceiling. It was so cold, the air in the room was misty. At the end of the room was a raised platform and he could make out the silhouette of Knightmare on his knees.
As he got closer, he heard Knightmare muttering to himself.
"What the hell is this!?"
Grimm smiled with pride. "It's my cryo freeze gamma weapon! A subzero container that convert any loose energy pattern into a solid form. It has confined the atomic particles of your avatara. You won't be able to fly away or shoot bullets."
Knightmare had a resigned look on his face.
"Tell me boy, what is your name?" said Grimm.
"Call me Knightmare."
"Knightmare," Grimm chuckled. "I like you, you remind me of me when I was a boy."
"I'm nothing like you old man," said Knightmare. Knightmare was now attempting to stand but was finding it difficult to move in this altered form.
"You are just like me," said Grimm. "You are defiant. You're a rebel. And you seek power over others. Ultimate power and control. We should work together you and me. I saw how you manipulated Grace Shelley's Avatara codes while in avatara form. Most impressive."
"That's her real name, Grace Shelley?" said Knightmare.
Grimm ignored Knightmare's question and stuck with his proposition. "With your youth and my wisdom we can rule the whole of England and then even the world."
"I don't care about ruling the world, I just like to set things on fire," said Knightmare. "And watch everything go up in flames." His smirk was back but Grimm remained unfazed, the older man could recognise a weak personality when he saw one.
"Tell me my little anarchist, what is it that you seek? What if I can offer you immortality?"