Will Hill - Department 19 - 3 Book Collection

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Title Page Department 19 Books 1-3 Will Hill

Department 19

Department 19: The Rising

Department 19: Battle Lines

About the Author

Copyright

About the Publisher

I have been one acquainted with the night.

I have walked out in rain – and back in rain.

I have outwalked the furthest city light.

Robert Frost

We want no proofs. We ask none to believe us.

Abraham Van Helsing

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Epigraph I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain – and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. Robert Frost We want no proofs. We ask none to believe us. Abraham Van Helsing

MEMORANDUM

PROLOGUE

TWO YEARS LATER

Chapter 1 - TEENAGE WASTELAND

Chapter 2 - SINS OF THE FATHER

Chapter 3 - ATTACK ON SUBURBIA

Chapter 4 - SEARCH AND RESCUE

Chapter 5 - INTO THE DARKNESS

Chapter 6 - THE LYCEUM INCIDENT, PART 1

Chapter 7 - IT’S HARD TO BREATHE WITH A HAND AROUND YOUR THROAT

Chapter 8 - THE LYCEUM INCIDENT, PART II

Chapter 9 - A HARD DAY’S NIGHT

Chapter 10 - THE LYCEUM INCIDENT, PART III

Chapter 11 - THE MORNING AFTER

Chapter 12 - A CRIMSON KINDNESS

Chapter 13 - FIRST DATE

Chapter 14 - SPLINTER CELL

Chapter 15 - THE SCHOOL OF HARD KNOCKS

Chapter 16 - EVERY BOY’S DREAM

Chapter 17 - THE BLACK SHEEP

Chapter 18 - IN THE MOUTH OF MADNESS

Chapter 19 - BLOOD AND LETTERS

Chapter 20 - THE CITY THAT NEVER SLEEPS, PART I

Chapter 21 - THE WRONG SIDE OF THE TRACKS

Chapter 22 - THE CITY THAT NEVER SLEEPS, PART II

Chapter 23 - ROUND TWO

Chapter 24 - THE CITY THAT NEVER SLEEPS, PART III

Chapter 25 - HE WAS MY FRIEND, AND I LOVED HIM

Chapter 26 - THE BEGINNING OF THE END

Chapter 27 - THREE’S A CROWD

Chapter 28 - ALL THE FUN OF THE FAIR

Chapter 29 - A CALCULATED RISK

Chapter 30 - VALHALLA

Chapter 31 - ONE RULE FOR EVERYONE

Chapter 32 - WHOSE SIDE ARE YOU ON?

Chapter 33 - ON THE WAY TO THE GALLOWS

Chapter 34 - THE HUNTING PARTY

Chapter 35 - YOU REAP WHAT YOU SOW

Chapter 36 - THE SECOND INVASION OF LINDISFARNE

Chapter 37 - AT THE ROOF OF THE WORLD

Chapter 38 - LOVE BURNS

Chapter 39 - A FORMAL INVITATION

Chapter 40 - BREAKING POINT

Chapter 41 - THE EASTERN FRONT

Chapter 42 - UNHOLY ISLAND

Chapter 43 - THE STUFF OF NIGHTMARES

Chapter 44 - IN THE HOUSE OF GOD

Chapter 45 - THE TRUTH HURTS

Chapter 46 - STAND, AND BE TRUE

Chapter 47 - THE HUMAN HEART IS A FRAGILE THING

Chapter 48 - THE END OF THE TUNNEL

FIRST EPILOGUE

SECOND EPILOGUE

From: Office of the Director of the Joint Intelligence Committee

Subject: Revised classifications of the British Governmental departments

Security: TOP SECRET

DEPARTMENT 1 Office of the Prime Minister

DEPARTMENT 2 Cabinet Office

DEPARTMENT 3 Home Office

DEPARTMENT 4 Foreign and Commonwealth Office

DEPARTMENT 5 Ministry of Defence

DEPARTMENT 6 British Army

DEPARTMENT 7 Royal Navy

DEPARTMENT 8 Her Majesty’s Diplomatic Service

DEPARTMENT 9 Her Majesty’s Treasury

DEPARTMENT 10 Department for Transport

DEPARTMENT 11 Attorney General’s Office

DEPARTMENT 12 Ministry of Justice

DEPARTMENT 13 Military Intelligence, Section 5 (MI5)

DEPARTMENT 14 Secret Intelligence Service (SIS)

DEPARTMENT 15 Royal Air Force

DEPARTMENT 16 Northern Ireland Office

DEPARTMENT 17 Scotland Office

DEPARTMENT 18 Wales Office

DEPARTMENT 19 CLASSIFIED

DEPARTMENT 20 Territorial Police Forces

DEPARTMENT 21 Department of Health

DEPARTMENT 22 Government Communication Headquarters (GCHQ)

DEPARTMENT 23 Joint Intelligence Committee (JIC)

Jamie Carpenter was watching TV in the living room when he heard the tyres of his dad’s car crunch across the gravel drive much, much earlier than usual. Jamie looked at the clock on the wall above the TV and frowned. It was quarter past five. Julian Carpenter had never, to the best of Jamie’s memory, arrived home from work before seven o’clock, and even that was only on special occasions like his mum’s birthday or when Arsenal were playing in the Champions League.

He hauled himself off the sofa, a tall, slightly awkward fourteen-year-old with a skinny frame and unruly brown hair, and went to the window. His dad’s silver Mercedes was parked where it always was, in front of the garage that stood apart from their house. Jamie could see his father in the glow of the car’s brake lights, pulling something out of the boot.

Maybe he’s sick , Jamie thought. But as he looked closely at his dad, he didn’t think he looked ill; his eyes were bright and wide in the red light and he was moving quickly, putting things from the boot into his pockets. And Jamie noticed something else; he kept looking over his shoulder towards the road, as if he thought—

Something moved in the corner of Jamie’s eye, near the oak tree at the bottom of the garden. He turned his head, gooseflesh breaking out suddenly along his arms and back, and he realised he was scared. Something is wrong here , he thought. Very wrong .

The tree looked the same as it always did, its gnarled trunk tilted to the left, its huge roots rippling the lawn and bending the garden wall out towards the road.

Whatever Jamie had seen, his father had seen it too. He was standing very still behind the car, staring up into the branches of the tree. Jamie looked closely at the tree and the long black shadows the moonlight cast across the grass. Whatever had moved wasn’t moving any more. But as he stared, he realised that there was something different.

There were more shadows than there should be.

The tree’s leaves were gone for the winter and the shadows should have been the straight lines of empty branches. But the dark patterns covering the lawn were thick and bulky, as though the branches were full of—

What? Full of what?

Jamie looked back to his dad. He suddenly wanted him in the house, right now. His father was still staring at the tree, holding something in his hand, something that Jamie couldn’t quite make out.

Movement, again, by the tree.

Fear rose into Jamie’s throat.

Come inside, Dad . Come inside now. There’s something bad out there. The shadows on the lawn began to move.

Jamie stared, too scared to scream, as the dark patterns began to unfold. He looked up into the tree and now he could see the branches shifting as whatever was in there began to move, could hear the rustling of the bark as something – lots of things, it sounds like there’s lots of them – started to move through the boughs of the oak.

He looked desperately at his father who was still staring into the tree, lit by the red lights from the car.