views over the cities landscape; Baine threw the money case onto a plush ivory sofa in the middle of the room as he passed. He walked into the perfectly formed Italian kitchen, he took a small imported lager from a mini bar secreted inside a cabinet on the small kitchen’s breakfast bar and walked toward the large glass windows. He paused and bathed closed eyed amongst the filtering sunlight, he breathed deeply and released the tension of the hallway battle, each exhale slowed his heartbeat and relaxed his muscles. He opened his eyes and surveyed the window’s scene, the height and breadth of the view always drew him closer and not for the first time he examined the heavens for explanations, he had always instinctively felt that to offer questions as to his nature would have been a mistake, but there was no denying that his curiosity was growing ever more acute. He knew that he was stron ger and faster than normal men and he healed scarily quickly , he wasn’t trained in any conventional sense but he moved with a fluidity and a purpos e during conflicts that made him far more dangerous for anyone who had had the misfortune to stand in front of him . The broken arm that he had suffered the night before at the hands of Sinclair’s heavies had fused and mended within three hours leaving him feeling slightly tired and a little light headed, to date this was probably the worst injury that he had suffered and he wasn’t sure just how much damage he could take and still completely regenerate. He nurse d the cold beer deep in thought as the city stared impassively back, he had no idea how the clients seemed to continuously find him, but a steady flow always did and he knew that he must always fulfill his obligations. Just lately however he had begun to wonder more and more about the secrets that eluded him, the answers that danced beyond his comprehension about his origins, his background and his future, the lack of independence that existed in his life was beginning to tug away at his thoughts and mind. The doorbell clanged waking Baine from his thoughts, he spun around uncharacteristically startled and a momentary flash of fear tore at his stomach, he always knew in advance when ever anyone had previously approached his door, he felt their presence before anybody had ever got anywhere near him. He stood rock still, his indecision rooted him to the spot, the very sound of the doorbell and the implications of the surprise chilled him, he shook off the feeling, anger replaced the uncertainty and as always whenever faced with the rare occasion of not being 100% sure of his next move he ploughed in headfirst. He strode purposefully across the room and deliberately refused himself permission to view his unknown visitor through the door’s peephole, he would not feel fear, he did not feel fear. He flung open the door with way too much force, the door handle punched into the inside wall sending a puff of plaster i nto the air in surrender, a tall man stood before him, faster tha n even Baine could move the tall man raised his right hand , his long slim fingers out stretched, he wiped his hand in a downward motion in front of Baine’s face,
“Sleep” the tall man whispered.
Baine sank to th e floor, effortlessly the tall m an scooped him up and carried him inside the apartment, the door swung slowly in compliance and closed behind them.
CHAPTER III
TALL TALES
“ And the angel answering said unto him, I am Gabriel,
that stand in the presence of God; and am sent to speak unto thee,
and t o show thee these glad tidings”.
Luke 1:19
The room swam and struggled to regain focus , Baine closed his eyes again, he tried to reboot and start again, this time when he reopened them the room gave up