FILE 026: ME
Okay. It's 10pm and it's raining again. I'm parked up beside a nightclub. One of those seedy ones that are down back alleyways. I mean it might not be seedy, but the neon lights depicting a woman astride a huge gun tell me otherwise.
Oh, that and it's called Legz.
Anyway. This was where the Angel, Tempestia, told me to go. Although quite why my daughter would be in a nightclub in a back alley in Halifax I'll never know. Hopefully I'll find out soon. I'm supposed to wait. What for? I don't know, but Tempestia told me that I'd know when I saw it.
So, back to what Roper had told me - that I was this Angel that the Electric Woman was trying to get to. That she was hunting her down. But he had escaped before he had gotten anymore information from her. He said he hadn't been certain about it until I'd taken the ring. That the fact that I could hear the singing coming from it had more or less confirmed his fears. I asked him, rather hysterically I guess, what other evidence he had. He had none.
But even then the cogs had begun to turn in my head. I mean don't get me wrong - there was no way I was about to allow myself to believe I was a bloody Angel. Firstly, at the time, I didn't even believe that there were such things. Ghosts, yes. Demons, quite possibly. But Angels? Nah. It was all a load of bollocks.
But then Roper showed me something else. Another file that had been encrypted by Horizon. It wouldn't open. It wouldn't load. Nothing. It wasn't even password protected. It just wouldn't load. He had done some digging into the file properties and it seemed that only certain levels of agents had access. Level X. Roper had told me that he had never even heard of Level X agents, and that worried me, and concerned him greatly. He had a look on his face that I'll never forget. Like his already impossible world was opening up to stuff even beyond his knowledge.
But the unreadable file - the file we were so desperate to crack open - was named Xoana. And in brackets, next to the initial name, was my name, Zoe.
I'd live a pretty quiet life. My parents had died when I had been so young, but I'd been brought up by my older sister, Vicky. So, I guess it was time to visit the only person who could possibly confirm or deny these crazy theories that Simon Roper had.
It was time to visit my sister. And I hadn't seen her in over seven years.
And if I can direct your attention to what's going on right now - the entire nightclub has just been plunged into darkness...
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