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perhaps Raphael is actually a figment of Adams imagination, she decides to forget about meeting the enigma Adam has told her about and soon the fun and games of the celebration take her mind off it altogether.                         
    As the group exits the station none of them notice the guy in the turquoise suit who is watching from an upper platform. “Holy moly, Miss Jones,” he mutters. “You have come to us, just as the Antihost said you would.”
     
     

STOKE PRISON PRESENT DAY
    “When a well-packaged web of lies has been sold gradually to the masses over generations, the truth will seem utterly preposterous and its speaker a raving lunatic.”
    – Dresden James
     
    Shane Mills sits alone in the recreation room of D wing with his arms folded. He peruses the area, observing his fellow inmates. As a new arrival he is expecting the usual testing banter all inmates get on their first day in prison. Although this is Shane’s only stint in a civilian prison, he has plenty of experience in military prisons and expects this to be the same except full of pussy civilian-pretend-hard-men. Ready to establish his place in this shithole he purposely sits upright, his muscular frame tensed in a deliberate display of masculinity. Shane is aware that today he needs to make his mark. He is prepared to bust some heads if required but he doubts he will need to. “Stand your ground today and let the others know you’re not a pushover,” he drills into his subconscious. “After that the next four years should go swimmingly.”
    It’s not long before two inmates approach his table and stand either side of him. One speaks to him in a strong Geordie accent, “So you’re one of the newbies.”
    Shane looks at the guy in the eye and decides to ignore him. The second male sits close by his right side. He speaks in a similar accent.
    “Listen, we are just trying to be friendly.”
    Shane looks this wiry guy up and down. “I ain’t looking for friends, and if I was it wouldn’t be Ant and Dec.”
    “We all need friends in here,” pipes up the other shorter guy, unfazed by the remark.
    Shane studies a copy of yesterday’s newspaper, completely blanking him out.
    Undeterred, the guy continues, “Look, we really are trying to be friendly. Something is about to go down in here any minute and trust me, you don’t want to know about it.”
    Shane folds the paper and looks the man sitting opposite him in the face. Six years in the army has taught Shane a lot but it was growing up on the mean streets of Dublin and Manchester where he first learned to read people. Both these men would look intimidating to the average Joe. One was small but stocky with unfashionably long curly hair and a certain menacing look. The other was a tall and heavy looking character with prison tattoos on either side of his neck. Shane notices both men’s eyebrows flash as they talk and this plus their submissive stance leads him to deduce that neither of these men is a threat and he decides to hear them out.
    “Okay, so what is it that’s about to go down?”
    “First things first, I’m Johnny, but everyone calls me No-Legs.”
    Shane shakes Johnny’s hand while looking down at his legs. “Why do they call you No-Legs?”
    “Well, if you look, I have disproportionately small legs compared to my torso and people say I look like an upright crocodile when I walk.”
    Shane looks again. It’s true, Johnny’s little legs dangling from the chair bring a smile to his face but he is impressed by the man’s use of a word with more than two syllables.
    “I’m Shane, Shane Mills.”
    “I’m Pete, they call me Big Pete.”
    Shane looks up at him and doesn’t need to ask why they call him Big Pete, but he does shake his hand.
    “So, you were saying something’s going to happen?”
    Johnny looks around before speaking. There are approximately twenty inmates in the room, two playing ping-pong, a small group are sat watching Deal