The Secret Bunker Trilogy: Part One: Darkness Falls by Paul Teague Page A

them.
What would she have told the kids to do?
Wait by the entrance. It’s the safest thing to do.
If anybody comes out of there, that’s where they’ll exit. If anybody goes in there, that’s where they’ll enter.
In a situation where the options were very limited, the best thing to do
seemed to wait by the blast doors.

Unknown to her, Dan had made exactly the same decision on the other
side of the doors. So they waited, sitting down outside the huge red blast doors as they
became surrounded by the darkness. It neither harmed them nor stopped them breathing, but its
impenetrable blackness was completely debilitating, any movement
was completely out of the question.
    She imagined that this must be like blindness, only her mind allowed
her to picture the doors in front of them, the corridor behind them and
her young son only metres away, but all alone.
Waiting
    He’d seen his chance when he was able to reconnect with the mother
at the training centre. Driving her to the hospital and checking her in, she seemed like she’d
recovered okay after the accident. He didn’t really converse with her, just did his job, but on the surface
she looked to be fine.

It had been what the police a ‘cold case’ since that horrible day when
the car had hit the child. When he’d hit the child.
He hadn’t meant to, but he’d been the one in the car at the time. That sickening sound would live with him forever.
Out of the blue she’d ended up in his car again.
    What were the chances of that?
Very high as it turned out. He knew that in this line of work, things had a funny way of
connecting. Often, completely unrelated people and events would come together.
    It wasn’t the actual car.
But the same make.
More gadgets, more tech, more devices than three years ago. But still the same car, same design, same black colour.
The original had been destroyed of course.

DNA - a great thing or a dangerous thing.
All depends who you work for of course. He’d had time to plant a tracking device on her before he left her in the
hospital. One that couldn’t be traced by anybody else.
You didn’t work in this line of business for so long without learning a
few tricks. He’d actually bought it from a High Street electrical store.
Hilarious! They had all this kit, but never thought anybody capable of buying a
few bits of electrical circuit from a local store.
International espionage foiled by Maplin.
Sure, he’d had to adapt it a bit. But you could fool the organisation using bits of kit that anybody can
buy for less than a tenner.

He knew that if she had surfaced again, then the story was just about
to become clear.
    Yes, you had to be very patient in this business. Random threads could appear from every direction and seem to have
nothing at all in common. But he knew that the threads in this particular story were just being
drawn together. He was sure that he’d discover the reason for the accident and how it
all tied in together.
    The tracker would help him to figure out why she had appeared back
on the radar after three years away from it completely. But when he realised where the tracker was taking him - following in
his car a mile behind - he knew that this wasn’t just going to be the
conclusion of any old story. This was where all the threads from his work were going to lead. This was the end game.

Chapter Thirteen
Unseen
    When the lady and the youngster re-enter the cottage, he immediately
spots the mother. He can guess what’s happening outside, he’s prepared for it of course,
but he didn’t think that it was going to play out like this.
In this place. And with these people involved.
How do they link up with this? He doesn’t know yet, but he’ll keep close because it’s unlikely to end
well.

And after losing her child like that, doesn’t she deserve to have
someone like him looking out for her? Where did the kid come from? That might cause a problem later, but first things first.
The sirens