FILE 003: BUNKER X087G/22
Yeah, I didn't come up with the name. It was on a metal plaque just inside the collapsed doorway under the hill. I mean if it was me I'd have come up with something more snappy like "Bunker Nemesis" or "Bunker Azure." Or maybe even "Bunker Twat Faces". But then I'm not working for the bastards, am I?
Oh, side-note - I got away. Not that it was ever confirmed that the unmarked car was after me anyway, but I casually left the café (shit...I just realised I didn't pay. Bollocks!) and got into my car. The car did follow me for a few streets but I managed to lose them. I'm now sat in my car beside a park. It's public, but I'm safe enough that I can escape if I need to. Not leaving my car this time. Not until I find somewhere safer to bunker down for a few days.
So, talking of bunking down...the bunker.
I made my way towards the hill. The doorway had only partially collapsed. I knew I didn't have long though. The sun was setting fast and I needed to make sure I was back along the path and headed towards the car before nightfall. The trail was simple enough to follow, but it was a long way back and I didn't fancy trekking through the woods this late on.
It turns out that the hill only contained a set of stairs that made their way down into a lower area. I'd used my phone to light the way and found myself standing in a large, empty room filled with empty filing cabinets, recesses on the wall with cut wires where computer banks had likely been placed, and rubbish strewn over the floor. The smell of smoke and blackened walls led me to believe that someone had left this place in a hurry and tried to torch the place. They had only been partially successful.
I wasn't really sure what I was looking for down here and I was conscious of the time. I mean why would KingVeritas lead me to an empty bunker that had already been gutted? There was nothing to be found here. Unless...
Unless what he wanted people to find had been dropped off here after the place had been torched. I started to piece together the timeline of events in my head. This mysterious Horizon group had a secret bunker in Viking Wood which, presumably, contained hard copies of files, and computers and...I don't know...secret stuff. Someone had discovered the location. They had been spooked and pulled out, taking everything with them, burning the place and leaving it an empty wreck.
Then, presumably KingVeritas, had leaked it's rough location online in the hope that other members of the The Eye forum might try and find the bunker. But then that didn't add up either. Why send someone to an empty bunker? Just to prove a point that they existed? Or maybe...maybe KingVeritas had left something behind after the torching.
It was then that I spotted the small, metal, padlocked box underneath some discarded, empty folders.
Okay. I'm on the move again. I have got to find myself somewhere to hole up and get myself on a VPN network. I don't trust anything or anyone at the moment. Be back with you shortly.
Jesus, I need a drink.
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