The sky was a smeared mess of yellow and black the day Victor returned to London. The city was exactly as remembered from three months ago; a hub of gang violence, smothered with the sick smell of fear. He made his way along the rooftops- careful to keep his precious packages concealed as he jumped from building to building. The sooner he got to the bunker the better; he had good news to deliver.
Robert had come up with the idea five years ago- when everything had started going downhill. It was simple in theory and complicated in practice; just the way Victor liked it. They, a rag-tag group of thirteen, would hide man’s greatest works; protecting them from the ever-more violent and destructive gangs that ruled
Robert had come up with the idea five years ago- when everything had started going downhill. It was simple in theory and complicated in practice; just the way Victor liked it. They, a rag-tag group of thirteen, would hide man’s greatest works; protecting them from the ever-more violent and destructive gangs that ruled