From Number 17 to Number 17

Capture

#Story written in 3rd Person from now on

Quinro woke at 7am. Which was fairly early for his standards but what was the rush. No work to go to except to ask Claire for advice if he felt like it. He ran downstairs and poured himself some milk after warming it.

DJB was ready for another day, hopeful to make sure that no anomaly's came across his path unlike yesterday. He waited and waited and Quinro just didn't turn up and he was ready to turn back in his trivial task but...

Quinro got off the bus and opened his umbrella to shield himself from the torrential rain straight away. He was completely drenched and was absolutely fed up with the British Weather. Why hadn't he moved elsewhere was the question in his mind as he felt a tang of pain in the middle of his back. Then everything had gone dark

DJB rejoiced at his 100% perfect shot even though he was used to the success by now. Now to clear up and return to base.