The World Of Steam

10

I arrived at the courts and begrudgingly paid for a ticket, walked inside. It was the last place that anyone would think of looking for the formula. I had to hand it to the scientist, he sure was clever. No one would think of searching a court for a life-saving formula. I looked around, seeing that the building was almost empty, apart from a handful of sightseers. It was nearing closing time so I had to be quick so as to not waste precious minutes. Who knew what type of madness tomorrow would bring? I walked around, trying my best to act casual. I walked up the steps and up to one of the balconies, scanned the area. My head slowly turned from left to right and then back again, trying to find the slightest discrepancy. But of course, that was easier said than done with time against my side. It quickly ticked by, draining away, bringing some sort of inevitable event, and there was nothing that I could do to stop it. When was time ever my friend? It drained my life, bit by bit, taking away my sanity as I quickly realised that the entire world was against me. Sighing, I turned around and went to walk through a corridor when suddenly, I spotted something out of the corner of my eye. The wall to my side seemed out of place. As though someone had cut it out and put it back in without plastering it. Maybe it was just some minor damage that was not repaired? But still, I could not resist the temptation to tamper with it. Looking around, I made sure that no security was around. Having made myself certain that no one was going to run into my little heist, I got to work. Stooping down, I took my gloves off and then dug my fingernails into the cracks. Bit by bit, I managed to wiggle the block of concrete free and drew it out. Behind it, was a black, dusty briefcase, the small slot containing it perfectly like a small stone shelf. I reached inside and took the briefcase, put the wall back in its place. I stood up, quickly dusting the rock particles from myself. Having got what I needed, I casually walked out, with what I prayed, was indeed the cure.

I looked around the area which I was in, seeing that it was almost deserted. Sitting down on a bench, I put the briefcase down onto my lap and undid the clasps. They sprung open and I lifted the case, revealing its contents. Inside was a single long and large test tube filled with a clear, colourless liquid. I took it. So, this was the cure? It did not look like much. To me, it looked like water. I just hoped that Traze knew what he was doing. I put the test tube back into its foam slot and closed the briefcase, snapping the clasps shut. So it was done. Now I just had to find a way on how to use it. I only had one chance at it. The fate of London was in my hands. Literally. I sat there, thinking about what to do and then stood up and walked back to my office. One man looked at me as I walked away with the briefcase in my hand. He reached into his trouser pocket and drew out his phone, called someone.

"You will never guess what I have just seen." He said.