Going Underground

In 2025 the Govian Party come to power in the UK. They shut the borders, repatriate non-whites to their country of origin and ban books. Authors are imprisoned and forced to write politically correct tomes.

The Movellian Movement, a small group of teenage writers band together to try to overthrow the government and bring back intellectual freedom to England.

Dedicated to the real Crissy for the inspiration and emotions I needed to write this book.

Ebook version available at http://adventureswithsquonk.co.uk


2. Running Away

'Information is the currency of today's world.
Those who control information are the most powerful people on the planet '

'Get out NOW' the voice shouted down the line.

It took a while for the words to sneak under the layers of doziness. The phone had woken me up from a deep sleep. The screen on the wall said it was only five in the morning.

'What?' I said sleepily

'Damn you Squonk, get out of there now. The GS are scheduled to pick you up today. Make your way to your meeting point. I've got to go now before they monitor this conversation. Take care'

'Thanks' I said to the empty line.

I sat up quickly, It's funny how a shock like this can wake you up quickly from sleep. Even though I knew that I should be leaving as quickly as possible, I sat for a moment wondering who had phoned me, it was a female voice. Obviously a fellow Movellian who had managed to get a job inside the Ministry.

On my wrist I clicked on Sinead's picture.

'It's me,' I said, 'Code Red'

In spite of the tension, I couldn't help myself.

'What now' I heard her sleepy voice say. Glancing at the screen I saw she had the privacy mode on her end.

'Damn you Sinead, look get your arse out of bed and I'll see you at our spot.'

'Christ Tom, you really know how to wake a girl up from her sleep, don't you? OK see you there.'

I saw the red light start blinking on my watch. Ten seconds before they were able to break the encryption and listen to our conversation.

'Love you' I said, pressing the disconnect before the warning turned green.

I pulled on my clothes and grabbed the bag from the cupboard. Every night I'd repacked this bag with all the stuff I'd need. I always knew the call would come. I was very careful with my identity online. I suppose it was only a matter of time before they cracked the Movella's database and found the true identify of it's authors. Many had given up writing early on when the Govians had come to power. Others had continued and were interned in camps somewhere in England. However there were those of us who had kept our heads down, used various proxies and continued to write.  Quite why our stories were deemed subversive I'll never know.

I sneaked downstairs. Zelda, my black cat was waiting as usual for me brushing against my legs as I sat to put on my shoes. Realising this may be the last time I saw her, I picked her up and stroked her. I noticed it would soon be light. The GS, slang for the private firm that the Govians had set up to control the arrest of authors and destruction of books and literature. Some likened them to the SS, however at least they did it for some sort of weird horrible belief. This lot just took the money and weren't bothered what was happening. There was a theory that GS only employed those illiterate members of society, so their minds wouldn't be sullied by the material they came across. I reckoned it was because they were cheap to hire. Apparently the Police force had refused to do the governments biding this once, although they still had to be there in case we turned violent.

With a tear in my eye I said my final goodbyes to the cat and sneaked out of the house. I started the car and pulled out of the drive. On the way to pick Sinead up I realised I'd have to get rid of the car soon, it was quite distinctive in appearance. I sighed inwardly to myself. I saw Sinead standing in the shadows at the end of the street. I saw her little wave, just raising her hand slightly around her waist to indicate she had seen me.

I stopped and got out. Opening the boot I put her bag in before hugging her. Sinead was never her best in the morning. She hated getting up early and sometimes it would take until lunch before she'd come around.

'I'd only just got to sleep' Sinead yawned, 'Why did you ring me'

'We made a pact, remember? Whichever one of us was going to get arrested would contact the other and we'd both go together.' I said patiently, it didn't do to rile her this early in the day. I steered her into the car and we set off. She smiled as I passed her a bottle of orange juice. She leant across and kissed my cheek.

'Did you tell your mum you were going?' I asked

'No, she was still in bed' Sinead said with a slight laugh in her voice passing me the bottle. I took a quick sip.

'Just left a note telling her we were running away to Gretna to get married' she continued.

I choked on the orange juice.

'You did what?'

'Well, what could I tell them, that we were part of the Movellian Movement and were about to be arrested? No this way she knows I'm safe, well relatively' she answered.

As we turned onto the bypass, I saw the GS vehicles turning off. Only just escaped this time. I settled behind the wheel. We'd got a good two hours driving ahead of us. Hopefully they wouldn't put out a wanted message on the car yet. 

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