LXG - ALAN QUATERMAINE - REIMAGINED

Allan Quatermain sat in a Nairobi hotel. Humidity pressed against his cream suit. A bottle of gin had been his constant companion since he had retired from the hunt. He tracked the bottom of a glass. Outside, heat shimmered over the plains.

A shadow fell across the porch. An agent from the British Secret Service arrived with a letter from Mina Murray, via HMSS.

The message mentioned Nemo and a darkening sky over the Thames.

Quartermain rubbed his knuckles, scarred by years in the bush. He had promised himself he was finished with empires and their wars. But the world was changing. Monsters were no longer confined to the jungle. He stood, adjusted his waistcoat, and left the drink.

The old hunter had one last trail to follow.