Dungeon of Torment

36. Destiny

Zeus and his companions made it to Dover but then they hit several problems. Dover was a hectic port with ships going off all over the world by air and sea. It was run by the Mona fleet and was not for commercial journeys, meaning that ship routes were often highly confidential. Somehow, they needed to learn which docking station to be at and at exactly the right time. That and passports and a willing captain. None of these things were proving easy. Any ships to Posmeter were guarded by Titan officials, loyal to Kronos. Sneaking two unregistered Titans onboard was going to be a risky venture. Get it wrong and they'd wind up incarcerated.

              Titan officials pounded their meaty fists against the door.

"OPEN UP!" They bellowed.

"I've already told yer," the hostels owner snapped angrily at the official's elbow. "Aint nobody here that isn't supposed ter be." The man was Kit Sylas, a local with an impressive reputation for his shady dealings.

"There's been reports that you're housing persons of interest. They've been asking suspicious questions at the ports." The official had barked gruffly on first barging his way into the inn. Kit had sniffed dismissively.

"Only my crew here. No strangers – none strange here but you, Titan."

Now though, as the titan's refused to give up - Kit was becoming edgy. He never should have let that Capricorn bully him into letting her stay, he regretted that now. The official's heard scrabbling the other side of the locked door. Kit grimaced, shit! 

They kicked down the door, breaking it off its hinges. But they were too late. Kit breathed a sigh of relief to see the room vacant – the window left wide open. One of the official's poked his head out through the window and looked down at the long thirteen storey drop below. There was no sign of anyone having attempted the jump. People were walking the street below, going about the business. "See, I told yer," Kit rallied – seeing that he hadn't been caught, "nobody's here. Now pay up for my broken door!" An eagle flew past the window, its dark wings swallowing the sun.

Zeus flew over the streets of Dover, taking sweeping arcs over the bustling city. Jets of hot steam came up from the docking stations as labourers serviced the ships' launch pads ready for take-off. Lurking behind one of these stations was Wave. He looked up at the eagle that soared overhead, putting up a hand to shield his eyes as he followed its flight. He watched Zeus land on border control beside port Bulldog.

Wave pushed himself off of the wall he'd been leaning against. Shouldering his way through the throng of soot covered workers, he made his way in the direction of Zeus. Wave had a cap pulled low over his face. He'd been growing stubble over the last couple of days and an unlit cigarette hung from his dry lips. He looked stern and unapproachable – like a bad guy.

As he stomped his way through the grimy streets, his foot caught on a sheet of newspaper. He glanced down and glimpsed the headline bending across his boot. Crouching down, Wave picked up the broadsheet, knocking away some of the mud that was stuck to it.

Priest Burnings in the Capital

Wave pulled the cigarette from his mouth and tucked it behind his ear. Walking with fresh purpose, he marched hastily on – altering his cause to take him passed a newspaper stand. Wave was quick, as years on the street had taught him to be, and stealthily pocketed a paper – jogging on to avoid being caught. Once he was far enough away, he ducked down an alleyway and came to a stop. He unfolded the large paper – his interest on the article on the front page which he could now see in full.