Executive Summary Report: New London Clone Factory Destruction

Roth huffed. Nicholas Grant, dictator and master of Great Britain, had chosen such a stale and wooden title for such an exciting few days.

Updates in progress: May 16th, Year One On April 23rd, Shannon Grant fled New London with her associate, Lt Anthony Lambourne (deceased). They hid in a disused NHS health centre with a small group of Takeover Day escapees. There they were found and killed by Keith Tylor (deceased) within twenty-four hours, with the exception of Shannon. As commanded by Nicholas Grant, Shannon was transported by Tylor back towards New London. However, she was able to kill him and escape.

Wow Nick, could you have made this sound any more boring? This is your estranged daughter you’re writing about !

But Roth smiled. That was the great thing about being asked to proofread. He could make whatever edits he wanted.

She was able to stab Tylor more than fifty times and leave him dead in somebody’s back garden,

the edited sentence said. Roth had never liked Tylor anyway. Smiling, he read on.

Before their escape, Shannon and Lambourne produced a computer virus which would shut down and destroy New London's clone factory, which ultimately made its way into the hands of Terrorist Faction 001 (known among themselves as the ‘Underdogs’). It is assumed that Shannon remains sheltered with them in their countryside hideout (which they have named ‘Spitfire's Rise’).

O K , let ’ s make the next bits more interesting.

The insurgents Underdogs invaded New London on April 25th, with a team comprised of Ewan West, Kate Arrowsmith, Jack Hopper, Alex Ginelli and Charlie Coleman (deceased). Their intention was to neutralise annihilate the clone factory, although they were forced to evacuate chased by Oliver Roth into the Inner City prison. The exception being Alex Ginelli, who was separated from his group (see also: The Ginelli Project).

‘Oliver,’ came the gruff voice of Iain Marshall through his radio.

‘Nearly done, calm yourself.’

He knew his tone would annoy his boss. But Marshall was the kind of man who deserved to be annoyed whenever possible. Anyone who would willingly choose to be New London’s Head of Military Division was never going to be a barrel of laughs.

‘We’re waiting for you in the Experiment Chamber right now. You don’t want to miss the fireworks, do you?’

‘You perform the AME experiment without me and I’ll break your pretty little jaw. Now wait a second.’

Marshall huffed and fell silent. Roth continued his edits.