Breaking Enigma || The Imitation Game

◈ TWENTY- Everything Burns in the End ◈

According to Carlton, Allany herself didn't know what Commander Denniston was up to; she was out on the other side of the village doing whatever it is that Allany does by herself. Neither did Denniston know that the Team had caught him red-handed after he took the papers out of the Hut. This had become a truly problematic and odd situation.

I left Carlton awkwardly and anxiously standing outside, while I went to tell my family that I had to unexpectedly dash off.

"What? Why?" Jack said, frowning in disappointment.

"Something's come up at work and it really needs attending to," I replied, half-heartedly. "It pains me to leave, but I do really need to go."

Father got out of his chair and strolled up to me, gazing down with a pitiful expression. "You don't need to be sorry. Whatever it takes for you to be happy and independent. We'll all be very understanding towards you, son. And will never stop loving you."

"Dad..." I whispered, tears of sorrow filling in my eyes. I wrap my arms tightly around him and he didn't the same. "I'm so sorry for letting you all down, especially since it's Christmas. But I promise that I'll make it up to you."

I hugged my family, not wanting to let them go again. I then left the house with a feeling of deep depression, yet I couldn't linger on my own problems- we now had a rather large one to deal with.

Carlton and I had to run back to Bletchley Park, but trying to not to slip over on the scattered patches of ice. When we arrived at Hut 8, the Team was very apprehensive; Anthony especially. He kept tapping his fingers on his desk and his expression was bleak.

"About time," John 'greeted.'

"Sorry," Carlton mumbled.

"It's not your fault," I whisper to him and he gave me a half-smile in return.

"So, what's been going on?" I asked to nobody-in-particular. "And when is it that I'm always out when the good stuff happen."

"Well, just an hour ago, Denniston walked in and personally took every scrap of paper out of Turing's drawers," Hugh answered. "He then scooped them all up and took them outside."

"We were all so confused," Carlton added nervously.

"Yes," nodded Anthony, then finishing Hugh's explanation. "And five minutes later, we looked out of the window and saw quite a large bonfire."

"And nobody thought of stopping him?" I questioned, but was cut-off by a certain someone.

"It's been Guy Fawkes Night already, hasn't it?"

The Team and I turned our heads in the direction of the door. Allany was stood there, her satchel over her shoulder and a paper bag in hand.

"In a matter of fact, yes it has."

"So, why is there talk of a bonfire?" She walked in and closed the door shut. Heading over to her desk, Allany gave us all odd glances and also expecting a respond to her question. But she never got one. Only when she placed her bags down and proceeded to open the, now empty, desk drawers did she realise what we were just discussing...

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The five of us ran like we had never ran before as we reached after Allany, who had no intention of slowing down until she reached Denniston. She was mad. Really mad about the fact that none of us stopped the Commander from getting away with his dastardly mission of destruction. Allany was even more frustrated when she knew that nobody had even thought about stopping him because we knew the consequences would cost us. And there was no happy ending when it came to interfering with Denniston.