David Longfellow entered the President's Office.
“Dave!” said the President as he spun round on his chair.
“Sir,” replied the national security advisor as he took a seat.
“Tell me it's now safe to leave this bunker?”
Longfellow gazed at his leader with sorrowful eyes “Well, it is and it isn't.”
“What kind of answer is that?”
“The public are carrying on as normal...”
“I sense a but coming,” interrupted Cavendish.
“Well sir, it's the Russians. There are reports coming in they are planning some type of nuclear action.
The President rose and paced the room. “And these reports... they're accurate?”
“Supplied to the NSC by the CIA. The Kremlin hierarchy have gone into the bunker outside Moscow.”
“Could be like we did: to avoid the battle with the Dark Army. And that didn’t work!”
“Can we take the chance sir; the CIA have told us to be ready for a strike. They monitored a phone call between the President and the Prime minister.”
“Okay in that case, let's strike first... let's hit their weapon sites!”
David screamed as a force raised and pinned him to the ceiling. He watched as an entity swirled around the room.
“You must release them,” it hissed. “The humans are about to destroy the Material. This cannot happen. You must open the Dark Realm... now!
David listened then broke free and floated to the floor. Other voices screamed in his head. He dressed and vanished.
As he dived into the Quantum World David flashed into the firing communication equipment of each president and blocked the transmissions. He then visited Matthew in Moscow.
“The Key Matthew... I need the Key.”
Matthew stared at him in disbelief. “The Key! David... what for?” He had asked the question, but he knew the answer.
“The two super-powers will attack one another and destroy the planet.”
“But won't you destroy everything by releasing what-ever is behind these gates?”
“Not the Earth.”
“What about humans?”
“I have to save the Material!”
The two friends glowered at each other. “Matthew... the Key!” David growled.
Matthew looked around. They were standing, or more correctly hovering in a desolate environment, which was familiar to him. The sky was black and a keen wind swept the grey landscape. He looked back at David staring at him with red eyes, who said, “this is the void. It's where Jonas, my father, hid from dark forces. I don't know why we're here: to answer the question you're about to ask!”
“Okay man, the Key's in the basement of Arbroath Library. Just... let's get out of here!”
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