Gunnersbury

By the time we were ready to begin the next stage in our mission the midday sun was already high in the sky.

We would have already been on our way to Gunnersbury park if not for the sudden realisation that we had left my car in Soho while we tracked the first rogue Immateria from the alley we had first encountered it all the way down to the City of London Airport.

That meant we had to wait around for a cab, have it take us all the way into the heart of London, and then drive all the way out to the outer zones of the city.

I had been wrong about the park being in the borough of Ealing. It was actually in the borough of Hounslow, which was right next to Ealing. Either way, it was right out at the edge of the city in an area in my mind that could hardly be called London at all.

What could be said for sure was that the park was a beautiful place.

We drove up a little dirt path to a little dirt car park and got out of the car.

“Almost feels like the countryside,” I muttered, mostly t
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