Paul Millington sits in an overstuffed chair in at his private club on the north side of London.
"Call for you sir," a waiter hands him a phone.
"Millington here," he says
"It's Collinwood. My man Jensen has our lovers over at an MI-5 safehouse near Regent Park. He didn't follow them, but he was able to find them through the Underground Security cameras. We can't locate the exact location, but we think we have the right building," says Collinwood.
"Are we making our move tonight?" asks Millington.
"Jensen wants to wait until tomorrow, in daylight. He wants to catch Pearce alone. We'll bring him to a facility near the airport. We'll pitch our cause to him and see if he bites," says Collinwood.
"You don't sound convinced," says Millington.
"I know Harry Pearce, his answer will be no. But I feel we have to make him the offer. Besides, he has more to lose now. Maybe, he'll do the best thing for himself and walk away from the job. That would be the best."
"Yes. And the others? What about the other 'temporary detainees' we have listed. Are the pickups scheduled for tomorrow?" asks Millington.
"Jensen has it all worked out. It starts with Harry Pearce, we need to know his answer then we move quickly. How about the scheduled plane crash over the city? Is that set?" asks Collinwood.
"Yes, my people have that all worked out," says Millington.
"Good, well let's see what tomorrow brings," says Collinwood.
"Yes, until tomorrow," Millington hangs up the phone.