27/10/07
1:30 PM
The Grid
Malcolm Wynn-Jones was sitting in section D of Thames House at his desk, like an all-seeing being. He had the feeds of a dozen different cameras up on his screen, just watching. Various assets, various precious locations, some CCTV, some planted by agents or assets. He was a little concerned by a gang of youths milling around outside a safe house, it wasn't currently occupied, but even so. He should have a look at a satellite map, see if it looked like a likely place for miscreants to gather anyway.
The phone rang. Front desk was calling down. Hopefully not a bomb. Couldn't they have a quiet week once in a while?
"Hullo, section D."
Since this is so short, chapter 11 will be published immediately.
