The Once and Future King? [A Modern Merlin FanFic]

Chapter 9: Not My Division!

     The explosion from last night filled the news. House of explosion! The news constantly said the same; was the parliament under threat? Had terror hit UK? The news spread like fire!

     “Have you heard about it?” Jenny nearly jumped onto Emmy who still slept heavily. “Wake up Emmy! Something terrible has happened!” Sleepy Emmy opened her eyes and stared into Jenny’s wide opened horrified eyes.

     “What’s wrong?” she said drowsy.

     “The parliament blew up last night!”

     “What, the whole thing?”

     “No just an office facing the Thames, but just think about it! First Harrods now the Parliament; do you think there’s a connection? Reporters and journalists implies it’s terror! Can you believe that, terror? That’s crazy and why? Who’s blowing the city?”

     “Breathe!” Emmy cut her off.

     Jenny inhaled an immense amount of air before she continued “It’s all over the news!”  Emmy sat up and put on her silk kimono. Now she saw Jenny with dripping wet hair and in her a bathrobe. She’d hurried out of the bath to wake her up, meaning she hadn’t made coffee yet. Crumpets… without her morning coffee she didn’t work well and might be grumpy all day. She went towards the kitchen to make her cup of coffee. As the water boiled she turned and listened to the news.

     A helicopter shot showed a picture of the parliament getting a lot of attention from fire fighters and medical people.

     “Last night a bomb exploded at the House of Commons. Police officers believe terror is involved and have an idea of what happened last night.” A young female voice reported with the voiceover.

     “Sargent Donovan does the police know what happened last night?” the picture changed setting to a black woman with black curly hair in her mid-30’s.

     “We know the bomb exploded inside the office and wasn’t placed on the outside, and we have completely control on everything.” Her face suddenly turned down to look at something, like her cell phone, apparently so did the reporters. Every ones faces suddenly turned down and looked at their cell phones. “Uhm, we are still looking for clues.”

     “Are you sure you know what you are doing?” the reporter attacked.

     “Yes, we are!” again everyone looked down at their cell phones.

     “Donovan—!” a robust voice called. The woman turned and made the typical, no-more-comments-walk away from the crowds. The setting again changed to show ambulances drive away from the scene.

     “According to the security staff a guard is still missing after the explosion. The marine has sent divers into the Thames to look at the boulders and see if they can find the lost security guard.”