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Shadowsteps	By : vsvigalante Category: DC Verse Comics > V for Vendetta Views: 912 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER 3--REVELATIONS

Inspector Eric Finch moved through the debris field where New London's--no, London's most famous landmark once stood, the smoke from his pipe circling his head like a wreath. He surveyed the scene once more before turning his attention back to his young partner.

“ What do you think, Inspector? “ Dominic Stone motioned to the collapsed walls. “ Just another terrorist strike?”

Finch looked at his partner. “ I don't know what to think, Dom.” He sighed. “ I want to show you something.” He motioned for the young man to follow him.

The two men moved cautiously through the destruction until they came to the last piece of the tower that had remained standing. Dominic stared at the spray-painted message.

“ And where the offense is, let the great axe fall.” (1) He read out loud, his eyes freezing on the symbol underneath the Shakespearian quote: A ' V ' with a circle around it.

“ Mr Finch! Sir! “ Eric looked around to find a soldier hurrying toward him. “ Sir, they want you back at headquarters. I'm to transport you there, sir.”

“ Now?”

“ Yes, sir.”

Finch turned to Dominic. “ take a scraping of the paint and send it to the lab. I'll be back as soon as I can.”

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V stepped off the lift and exited onto the rooftop, Jazlyn catching his eyes almost immediately.
“ Ah, here you are.” He spoke quietly, not to alarm her.

Jazlyn turned from the parapet to him. “ I hope you're not angry. I did some exploring while you were out, and found the lift.”

V crossed his hands in front of himself, tilting his head toward her.

“ I've always loved the night. “ She sighed looking up at the night sky. “ I use to go to the coven meetings with my mother before she was taken, “ Jazlyn raised her hand as if to touch any of the of diamonds of the night, “ I never realized how different the sky can be from one country to another. I've never seen some of these stars before.”

“ A more beautiful stage could not be asked for.” V replied, smiling under the Fawkesian mask. He observed Jazlyn as she studied the distant points of light. There was something more than mystery that drew V to her, it was like they had been drawn together for a purpose, and V, not believing in consequences, would be patient, and let fate play out its hand. “ There are clothes on your bed. I hope they are the right size.”

“ Thank you.” Jazlyn smiled at the man standing close by. She was definitely grateful for the clothes, for what she was wearing was not very warm, for being on a roof at midnight. She pulled the robe closer to herself. She glanced over, catching a glimpse of the mask watching her. She hadn't built up the courage to ask him a question that had been nagging her since the previous night in the alley. How did he move like he had? She had seen him throw three grown men around like rag dolls, and the speed he had delivered his justice was unbelievable! “ V ? “

“ Yes?” He turned his attention from the streets below to her.

“ I fixed dinner for us tonight--”

V tilted his head acknowledging that she had his attention.

“ My way of saying thank you for helping me last night...” Jazlyn paused, “ and for letting me stay in your home.”

“ I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none.” (2) He answered, dipping his head. “ Shall we no longer keep such a delicious meal waiting?”

His hand gently touched the small of her back, guiding her toward the lift.

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Inspector Eric Finch followed the guards toward the Chancellor's private office. He watched as the guard opened the door, then stood aside allowing entrance into the main room.

“ Ah, Mr. Finch. “ Sutler looked up from his desk. “ I sent for you because what I have to say cannot be said over the phone. What I say will not leave this room. Do I make myself clear?”

“ Yes, sir.”

“ There are only a few things I believe in, Mr. Finch. I believe in the destiny of the Nordic race, I believe in Fascism, and most of all, I believe in God. We credit the Romans with the invention of Fascism. They had a symbol for it; a bundle of twigs bound together. One twig could be broken, but a bundle could prevail--survive. That is the heart and soul of Fascism--strength through unity.” Sutler stared at Finch. “ I tell you these things knowing they make you uncomfortable.”

“ Well...I...”

“ You have expressed those feelings in several arrest reports, arrests, that in your opinion were, “ unnecessary”. The fact, Inspector, that you are not rotting in one of Mr. Creedy's prison cells, is a mark of my respect and admiration for you, for your experience, and for what you have done for this country.”

Finch glared at the floor.

“ It is also because I know you Finch, I know your kind.” Sutler paused, the gleam in his eyes growing brighter. “ You're a man who understands when a job is given to you, you know what must be done to complete that job. That's why I trust you. This terrorist knows us quite well, Finch. These attacks are perfectly calculated and divisible. He knows what he's doing--he knows us all to well.”
“ You think he may be an insider?” Finch asked.

“ What I think Inspector, is that this man must be stopped at all costs as I have said before, and Mr. Finch, no one, and I mean no one is above suspicion. Do I make myself clear?”
“ Perfectly.” Finch answered.

“ England prevails, Mr. Finch.”

“ England prevails, Chancellor.”

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Jazlyn watched as V placed the solitary plate laden with vegetable and chicken before her on the table. She watched as he pulled a chair up opposite her. “ You're not going to eat?” Disappointment showed in her voice.

“ I will sup later.” He answered, “ Please...” He motioned toward her plate.

Jazlyn looked at him. “ There's another reason as to why you wear the mask, isn't there?” Her voice was low and gentle as she watched the mask dip low.

After a moment of silence, V answered. “ Yes.” His voice was almost a whisper.

“ Want to talk about it?” Jazlyn asked raising the fork to her mouth.

“ There was a fire some years ago--most people do not remember it. I'm afraid it does not make good table conversation.” He replied as she began eating.

“ Oh. “

V rose from the table. “ I will be going out tonight.”

“ OK.” Jazlyn answered.

“ I will show you how to set the security system before I leave. You will be quite safe here.”
Jazlyn smiled as she finished off the last of the tea in her cup. “ Do you mind if I watch a movie or something?”

“ This is your home now also, Jazlyn. Please feel free to do what you like.” V replied as he turned and headed down the adjacent hallway she had seen him walk down before, returning minutes later dressed the same as the night he had saved her from the vice patrol.

“ If you will come with me, I will show you how to set the security alarm.” He said, pausing, waiting for her to join him, his eyes under the mask, watching her carefully.

Smiling, Jazlyn followed V as he headed for the concealed gallery door.

“ There is a simple seven digit number code that operates the system.”

Jazlyn watched as he entered the numbers '11051605' into the system. “ 11051605” She repeated.
“ It is the same for the lock on the outside.” V added as the gallery door swung open, and he moved into the doorway. “ I may be gone several days.”

Jazlyn nodded her head.

“ I will return as quickly as I can.” V turned to leave, but Jazlyn's hand on his forearm stopped him cold.

“ Be careful.” She whispered softly.

V gave a slight nod of his head and disappeared down the hallway, Jazlyn watching until the gallery door closed. Sighing, she headed toward her newly acquired bedroom. She was anxious to see how V's fashion sense was. Pushing the door open, she was surprised to find boxes and bags covering every inch of her bed. It was like Christmas morning all over again!

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V pulled the the large key from his vest pocket, and unlocked the door, pushing it open his boot, several boxes rested comfortably on his arm as he entered the large, walking over to the work bench and gently sat the boxes of fertilizer on the table. Reaching behind the black wig he wore, he loosen the leather strap, and let the mask fall the into his hand, while, with the other, he removed the black wig, laying them both on a nearby smaller table with his gloves. He would be working on the bombs for several Norsefire buildings he had targeted. Here, for the next few days, he would remain, in this series of rooms and tunnels under the Shadow Gallery, working on the next phase of his plan.

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Jazlyn looked in the mirror at her reflection. Everything V had brought her had fit perfectly. There had been runners, jeans, t-shirts and several other styles of clothing, but what Jazlyn had looked best was the black silk dress that she was holding against her body. It was a perfect fit--one of the first pieces she had tried on--. Why V had brought this particular article of clothing to her, she hadn't a clue--maybe he expected her to dress up on occasions--well, whatever the reason, she would be happy to oblige her new roommate. She hung the dress on the hanger and placed it carefully in the aimoire that now graced a corner in her room. Opening the left door, she pulled the top drawer out and took the grey linen shirt V had given her the first night in the gallery out. She loved the feel of the material against her skin, but most of all, it smelled of him--musk, sandlewood and leather.

Walking into the bathroom, she turned the shower on and undressed. V had told her that he would be gone for a couple days at least, and she really didn't like the idea of being in the gallery alone, maybe this would be a good time to bring home an old friend.

She relaxed in the shower, and began thinking of how nice it would be to see her companion once again--at least, she wouldn't be alone, and she would have to make some plans for the rest of her life.
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