Lost and Found

by Selective scifi junkie

At the British Eurotunnel Terminal on the first day of half term, a car is found to be a drugged, bound, bloodied man. Section D are called in, but time is not on their side. Might they have seen this man before? Set early in series 6, so team consists of Adam, Ros, Jo, Connie and Malcolm. The T is for strong violence, more is discussed and implied than seen. Details inside.

27. Trafalgar Square 3:00 PM

29/10/07
3:00 PM
Trafalgar Square

"Hello Bob." Harry said, stepping out from behind the stone plinth. Bob turned sharply.

"Harry. Show me your hands."

Harry did, nice and low, no gloves. "Come on Bob, if I'd been going to try to drug you again I wouldn't have suggested a meet in Trafalgar Square at half term." As though to prove his point, two small children chased each other between them, then started trying to scramble up to the lions.

"So what do you want?"

"Two men have become of interest to the service in the past two days, I want to know if they're yours."

"Why?"

"Suffice to say they've been sniffing around a little too close to sensitive information. If we knew they were CIA we might just growl at them and send them on their way. If they're not, we will have to take stronger action."

"So who are they?"
"They gave their names as Finn Goldman and Finn something-illegible beginning with K respectively. Both in their thirties, both white with dark hair. Both sound American, but we both know that's no certainty."

"Photos?"

"In my pocket. May I?"

"Go on."

Harry drew out the photo of the man who was still at large first.

"That is a really bad photo."

"He was a little camera shy."

"This could be anyone Harry. You'd need a computer to tell."

"You're welcome to take this photo and run it by your analysts, naturally we have copies."

"Right. The second?" Harry drew out the photo of the man Adam was questioning. Bob looked at it for a long moment. "Don't know him. I mean, I don't know every CIA agent, but if he's CIA and running ops here without telling me he'd better have a damn good reason."

"I could say the same myself."

Bob looked up at him. "Was that a threat?"

"It's a statement of fact, Bob. My job is to protect British interests. As I'm sure you understand, I can't have unknown entities nosing around without my knowledge. If they are not yours, we will have to intervene."

"I don't think they are, but I'll take the photos to the analysts and check."

"Please do include any outsiders hired in."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Only that we both know that those doing the CIA's bidding aren't always CIA. You taught that to one of my officers very sharply recently."

"Oh come on Harry, we didn't authorise that. They were supposed to contain him, not kill him."

"Frankly, where a bioweapon like that is concerned, it amounts to the same." Harry didn't feel the need to correct Bob. "Goodbye Bob. You have three hours before we move."