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Storm: A Fictional Narrative

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A tall wood paneled door opened in the wall and a large man walked into the room. He sat himself down behind the console. This man wore a suit like everyone else Storm had seen since the got out of Davenport’s car. In a casual touch it seemed, the man wore no tie. “Davenport got you here safely. I'm pleased.” He said and chuckled as he regarded Storm with a penetrating stare. He was a without a doubt the biggest man Storm had ever laid eyes on. He was tall. At least seven feet from his heels to the top of his head. The filtered light through the window behind the console gave the giant’s white hair the appearance of a halo around his large head. The face was unlined and Storm thought he might be looking at an extremely healthy seventy-year-old. …show more content…

He spoke without looking up. “Drink some water.” Storm picked up the glass. The water tasted good and he finished it in several gulps. He was sweating something bad even though the temperature in the room was cooler than outside the building by several degrees. Then he realized his head wasn't hurting any longer. He looked up and saw the irises of Martyn’s eyes were silver. What made them appear even stranger to Storm was the fact he could never catch them blinking. Martyn did not blink. At least not like an average person does, every so many seconds, very quickly. That quick shutting of the eyelid to moisten the eye. It was as though he had the eyes of fish. Only he was not under water. A smile passed like a shadow across Martyn's face and he turned to answering Storm's earlier question as he if he had just been asked. “Samuel and a team of scientists. Yes.” “Unfortunately, Dr. Blenker seems to have vanished. Of course, I hope he's on holiday. Two days ago his colleagues confirmed he was present at work. But he never showed up at home in the evening. His wife reported him missing the following day. Never misses a dinner at home.” Martyn smiled at Storm. “I'm sure we will hear from him

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