When they land, it's not at the big airport they were expecting. This is an airfield, clearly not far from London, but not where they should be at any rate.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is Captain Alexander speaking. I must inform you that we have landed at Wisley Airfield, where some of our passengers needed to divert to. We will offer any compensation you require, and the stewards will direct you to the nearest available building where we will deliver your luggage to you shortly. Sorry for any inconvenience caused."

"Uh-oh," Dougie mouths at Tom. This definitely isn't good; it seems too big a coincidence that the plane they are on just happens to divert hours after they are more or less exposed.

The passengers are ushered off, most grumbling about what a pain it's going to be to sort everything out, and Tom, Harry, Danny and Dougie go with them, trying to keep their heads down and look inconsuspicious. Tom feels like the blood in his stomach freezes though, when he looks down the stairs out of the plane, and sees four men with dark suits standing at the bottom, watching everyone that passes through dark glasses.

It's horribly cliché, but as more people go past, and they don't do anything, it makes Tom more and more worried about who those men are here for, and he has a funny feeling that he already knows.

Harry is first to reach the bottom of the stairs, and as he passes the last suited man in the line, the man reaches out with a gloved hand and grips Harry's arm, just as the other three do the same to the rest of the band.

"Would you mind coming with me, sir?" says the man that has a hold on Harry, with the air of asking the question as merely a formality, and the answer as irrelevant to the outcome. Harry looks round at the others, as if seeking confirmation for what he already knows he has to say.

"Okay. Lead on."