Simon flung the intel reports back onto the desk and
resumed his earlier pastime of staring out of the window.
The last two years had been good to Simon, ever since his
transfer to head up the Special Projects Intelligence Department. Following
what Gerald insisted on calling the ‘Debacle in Devon’, research efforts into
the project had intensified, with the country being scoured for potential level
three-ers and even utilizing volunteers that were high end level two-ers. The
volunteers had not fared well, with two ending up sectioned and one dying from
a reaction to the drug regime needed. However the pre-emptive intelligence
gleaned had reaped bountiful rewards, especially with the worsening relations
between Britain and America.
In fact the Americans had become increasingly paranoid as
every attempt to break up British spy rings were thwarted just ahead of them.
Their belief was that American Intelligence had been riddled with informers and
they had consequently turned their considerable resources into a massive witch
hunt internally. This in turn had aided British attempts to obtain previously secret
information regarding American weapons systems the British had bought in years
gone by when relations had been better.
Now Simon's superiors were baying for more of the same, the
political landscape was strewn with rocks and boulders and they wanted the
means to scale these obstacles. Unfortunately for Simon the pre-emptive
intelligence was drying up, despite the endeavours of the scientists running
the program. No matter what they tried, they kept running into blocked doors at
every turn, or produced intel that was the equivalent of old news.
Simon turned back to the reports he had scattered over his
desk a few minutes earlier and shook his head. He needed to produce some good
intelligence soon, and it didn't look as though he was going to succeed the way
things were panning out.
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