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It’s almost midnight. London. Misty snow has been falling throughout the day in the English capital. The streets appear deserted. The doors of Harrods, St. Paul’s, and Westminster Abbey are locked. A few homeless wander Piccadilly Circus and King’s Cross Station, searching for scraps of food or coins dropped by the drunks leaving the pubs. The bartender and staff at The Dickens Inn loiter over a few pints of Guinness near the Tower Bridge.

Two thousand kilometers away from River Thames, a woman stands on a rooftop looking out over frigid waters where the Norwegian and North Seas merge. Droplets of freezing rain assault her beautiful but unsmiling and stoic face. She has put in motion an evil that can never be walked back. Military drones, cloaked so as not to be detected by radar, carry the deadliest inhalation virus known to humankind. Nothing can stop her. It is 23:59 Greenwich Mean Time.

The man from Canterbury discovers love at the Cliffs of Moher. The Fisherman from Rome isn’t sure anyone is listening. The woman teacher at the Wailing Wall must become a military leader… All three wonder… WHY ME?

“IT IS TIME.”