Martin was having a bad day. He was being pulled in all
directions and the only real clues to where Staples was stood a few yards and
several million miles away. He could see the group that included the Howells
woman, the man he now realised to be her husband and the man from the HSE who
had given clear, lucid and, in Martin's opinion, generous evidence. He had
wondered how that man fitted in but had been informed by Sam that he recognised
the voice from outside Fylingdales the night Staples had been delivered. Not
for the first time that day Martin was regretting his lack of resources so far,
and like so many people caught in a mess could not see that most of his
problems were self inflicted. He had found out that there were no Service
resources immediately available, which presented a problem as the group that
were most likely to lead him to Staples were about to leave. Additionally,
since Michael had run off with Staples, he had only one vehicle at his
disposal. To make matters worse his department had intercepted Michael's voice
mail message, which meant tracking the group would be harder than expected if
acted upon, and finally his encrypted reports had been cracked, creating career
wrecking waves back in London. The only good news, as far as some of his people
were concerned, was the location Michael had made the phone call from was known
to be about fifteen miles north east of the Council Hall, so at least they knew
the general direction he was travelling in, plus he was travelling in a very
distinctive vehicle. There were some very senior personnel now interested in
the project, some of whom were baying for his blood. To complicate matters
further, he was instructed to ensure that the airforce man stayed with him
until he could be picked up by the military and escorted with his sidearm
safely back to base.
Martin stopped for a few moments, viewed the situation as
rationally as he could, attempted to find the opportunities it presented.
Problems always presented opportunities, that was textbook theory, drummed in
from day one. Unfortunately this was reality, he concluded, where opportunities
don’t really exist.
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Copyright Ray Sullivan 2011
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