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There are thousands of people watching. Our job will be
to run around the country chasing.”
    David smiled.
“Okay Beaumont.”
    They got their
coats and headed down to the lobby. After being checked out by
security they headed for Euston station.
    “Good
sandwiches at the station. The fresh air will get the brain cells
going.”
    Inverness watch
picked Spencer out from the morning traffic at the airport.
Meanwhile Decryption were getting ready to run the four images
through MI6 computer when they got in, invisible to the secret
service computer system and its anti-intrusion software.
    Back in his
office Jack Fulton stared at the footage of Marco Spencer eating
breakfast at Inverness airport. His eyes hardened. He knew this one
from somewhere of that he was sure. He stared harder at the
image.
    “Who are you?”
He spoke aloud to the empty room.
     
     

Chapter
17
    The Home Office
    9 - 30 a.m.
    April 17th
     
    “Mr Robinson
will see you now.”
    The secretary
opened the thick wooden door and let the blandly dressed man into
the ornate and beautiful office. Behind the desk Tarquin Robinson,
the Minister for The Home Office, sat waiting, reading through
documents. He was a short and extremely plump man. Known for being
outspoken his heavy build, short stature and wobbly chins made him
the target of many satirists. This greatly annoyed him as he took
himself very seriously. He watched the man walk in; a medium build
man, grey suit and nylon mackintosh, hair blonde, though not
naturally so as his eyebrows were brown. The man had serious brown
eyes and a thin pointed face.
    “Have a seat Mr
Bentall.”
    Bentall sat and
waited to be spoken to.
    “No-one here
aware of who you are?”
    “No. Your
secretary has a false name. I’m listed as a security firm
expert.”
    “Good. What can
I do for you?”
    “I believe that
after the last work done for you by my superior he expressed a
concern about a certain ‘situation’ and you agreed that
‘elimination’ by some means would be desirable.”
    “Indeed I did.
Mutually beneficial I think we agreed.”
    “You discussed
a plan I believe.”
    “Yes.”
    “That plan is
now in motion.” Bentall’s face was impassive as he looked at the
man’s black eyes.
    Robinson
shifted forward in his seat, his bulky body shifting with
difficulty in the heavy and softly furnished office chair.
    “Is it indeed,
is your boss sure this will work?”
    “Yes.”
    “I’ll be safely
distanced?”
    “Yes.”
    “Do his
superiors suspect anything?”
    “No. We deal
with people like this all the time it’s part of departmental work
and no traces have been left. Our department is kept at arms
length. No-one generally wants to know what we’re up to. It allows
them to truthfully deny our work and if need be drop us in it. It’s
not a good position. That’s why my superior has sought this…er…
alliance, shall we call it?”
    “Yes I see. The
results on the target will be permanent will they?”
    “Finished for
good we should think.” Bentall couldn’t resist a small smile.
    “The official
explanation will pass muster?” Robinson probed somewhat
nervously.
    “Easily, it
seems sensible given the security climate.”
    “It’ll be a
very satisfactory outcome. The time has come for change in that
area.”
    “We think so.”
Bentall again gave a small smile.
    “Your superior
will gain from this himself, but what would he like from me?”
    “Support.”
Bentall had been told to make the cost clear. ”Of course if you’d
like to cancel?” He added knowing that the fat, greedy man was
hooked.
    “No. Let’s
proceed. It’s begun now.”
    “Good.” Bentall
felt in control. The old man was sweating. It was always the same
with the power hungry, keen, but afraid when the moment came.
    “What if I need
to contact your superior?”
    “We have a
method. A mode of untraceable and disposable contact will simply
appear and disappear as easily as you desire or he desires.”
    Bentall