This is just a small segment of a story / series I'm working on. For some reason this scene demanded to be written, yet timeline wise I'm nowhere near this in the work in progress.

I get the feeling that if I was to just write the scenes that come tto me and edit into the right timeline this would go much faster.

Virtual Reality, the dream of all gamers, is now a reality with the land of Ilos.

However, it's creators are unknown, and no one knows how the devices they have access it, only that they do.

CHAPTER 35
I was in work the next day, but in my own HQ instead of Cardiff. It felt strange, after so long in civvies, but the uniform was the thing that had helped me hold things together when life had thrown shit at me. That dreadful funeral, the confrontation with Mam and Dad, the ritual had helped me cope. Siân was on a stupidly early start, so I had to eat breakfast alone. I hated early turns, so as I was now effectively supernumerary, I had treated myself to a nine o’clock start.

“There you go. He doesn’t care about you as a person; he just wants you because you’re pretty.”