CHAPTER 90
CLIFF FALLED ON HIS BACK to the floor, relieved that he was still alive. When he saw that the bomb opened like a flower blooming and showed a message:
"We are not the villains, you are..."
— What the fuck do these guys want now?
Immediately all the lights in the building went back on and Renan saw the last thing he would ever have imagined seeing in his life.
— Cliff... I think you better see this...
Cliff Handerson looked up and saw the lifeless body of Andrew Summers hanging, he was wearing only his underwear and on his chest an upside down sun was drawn.
— I don't know what the fuck is going on here, Carmichael, but the whole fuck thing got really serious...
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ALBION TURNED OFF THE TELEVISION that witnessed all the events inside Vauxahall Cross and seemed to be delirious with the scene of seeing Urizen killing Summers and Cliff trying in vain to find a fake bomb.
The best part of power was controlling people, making them do what they wanted. Often not knowing what they were doing, and that allowed Albion to dictate the direction of all things. For him, this was being a god in the mold of William Blake, who created gods as real as human beings.
Albion sipped some more of his port and thought with satisfaction...
Countdown in... 3...