Simon was sat in the rear seat of the Government limo,
watching the skill of the driver as he hurtled along the M4 motorway towards
Bristol. Snapping his laptop lid down he spoke to Gerald, who was travelling in
the passenger seat.
'We can have secure facilities at Abbey Wood apparently.
They're setting up an operations room for us. Martin's on his way there now and
should arrive about the same time as us. The RAF have reluctantly agreed to
send their man down as well. Yorkshire is being hit by snow, so I'm trying to
arrange an airlift. I don't know if he will be of any use, but we've got to try
and use anything and everything available,' he said, more to himself than
anyone.
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