LONDON'S BURNING
BEHIND THE CURTAIN

PROLOGUE

He wondered if he would ever find answers. He wondered if he would ever stop feeling so empty. He found himself repeatedly asking "why", although he never did get a reply from whoever it was he was supposed to be asking. Was there a God? Did he ever answer his emails or did he just send them straight to the junk mail folder?

"I think we should all pull together at this… tragic time," Geoff Pearce was informing Blue Watch.

They were assembled in the mess, what was left of them anyway. With the spate of transfers that had gone on recently, Blue Watch were more like Ghost Watch at the moment, and they only had one appliance on the run.

Adam shook his head. "It's so unfair," he muttered to himself.

"It's…" young recruit Craig Ross had been hit pretty hard having watched horrific events unfold in front of him only hours ago. "Do you think he's all right?"

Adam shrugged.

"I wouldn't be," Charlie put in. "I mean, how do you get over something like that?"

At the moment, no one could answer his question. Mick had overheard them. He appreciated their concerns but it wouldn't bring back his wife and child.