Harry pulls into the parking garage at Thames House and Harry and Ruth jump out of the car and run into the building to start what will prove to be a long operation. No one bats an eyelash when Harry and Ruth walk on the grid together. "We need a team meeting now to get us all up to speed."
The team quickly gathers in the conference room. Malcolm brings up a picture of the note sent to MI-5. "Christ, it's handwritten! Who does that anymore?" Ruth asks looking at the note.
"It's very rare to get a handwritten note. We're running the writing through a recognition program to see if we've seen it before." Malcolm explains to the team.
"Is there any clue which organization is behind this? Are the bomb squads deployed to every royal residence we have access and permission to enter? We need to know what's going on quickly." Harry says running his hands over his face.
"We could be looking at a Northern Irish group, or a republican group, or an anarchist group. The other thing it could also be is a radical, conservative, religious group that disagrees with the lifestyle of the younger royals." Malcolm speculates.
"Right, get to work everyone. I want an update every 15 minutes. Let's hope it's not Northern Ireland." Harry sighs heavily. He walks into his office and picks up his phone to call the Home Secretary. He hates the political side of his job, but he knows it's necessary to run the country. He looks out onto the grid as he speaks, watching Ruth as she diligently works analyzing the wording of the note. He watches as Ruth runs her fingers through her dark hair. She's so lovely.