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    “Did you hear them talk about these Pointers?” asked Jack.
    “Yes, why?”
    “On the website for 24/7 News it says someone’s organising a meeting up in Bristol about it. I might go.”
    “Don’t be ridiculous, Jack. It’s going to be full of crazies.”
    Jack laughed a little, and said under his breath, “I better go then...”
    He clicked on the profile of the person who had left the comment and copied their email address, so he could reply. He sent them an email requesting the time and place of the meeting and then returned to the website for memorial plaques.
    Jack browsed back to the list of plaques. He clicked on one that was near a village a short drive from his house and read the details:
    This plaque commemorates the life of Mr and Mrs Dawson and is placed on a bench at the top of Oldway Hill.
     
    *****
     
    6:30pm
    Jeremy strolled confidently through the offices of 24/7 News. He made his way out of the building and into a car that was waiting for him.
    “Good evening, Richard,” Jeremy said to the driver of the car.
    The driver continued looking ahead and just nodded to acknowledge his greeting, which Jeremy noticed was unusual as he was typically more friendly.
    “Straight home tonight, please – Richard.”
    The driver just nodded again, and Jeremy raised his eyebrows.
    They began to drive through the streets of London. Jeremy relaxed by casually looking out of the window. The streets were full of city strollers moving between bars and restaurants: beautiful girls and handsome guys, office workers, smart students and smartly-dressed business people, old guys with an answer for everything, beggars and tourists.
    The driver turned down a road that wasn’t on the normal route, but Jeremy just assumed it was due to a traffic jam he wasn’t aware of. But again, the driver changed direction so they were now driving away from Jeremy’s house.
    “Richard, where are you going?”
    The driver ignored him.
    Jeremy leant forward to grab the drivers shoulder, but just as he reached him the car sped into a narrow road and screeched to a halt. The doors opened and Jeremy was pushed out the way as two men entered. The car then sped off quickly and back onto the main road.
    “What the hell’s going on? Who are you?” demanded Jeremy.
    “We represent Her Majesty’s Government, Mr Banks. I’m afraid you will have to be patient until we reach our destination,” replied one of the men.
    “Her Majesty’s Government... this must be some kind of joke.”
    The man just smiled politely at Jeremy.
    “Where are you taking me?”
    “We’re taking you to Thames House.”
    “You expect me to believe you’re from MI5?”
    The man just smiled politely again.
    “I’m rich, and know the kind of people that could hunt you down. So if you’re criminals the safest thing would be to let me go.”
    “We are well aware of your background, Mr Banks,” said the other man. “We’re here now anyway,” he continued, and pointed out of the window.
    Jeremy saw Thames House come into view and the car drove towards an entrance that lead under the building. The driver parked the car and the two men either side of Jeremy got out. As Jeremy followed one of the men out of the car, he noticed how tall he was. The tall man was also square-jawed with sunken eyes and appeared to be senior to the other man.
    “Follow us,” said the Tall Man to Jeremy. The three of them then entered an elevator. Eventually, they came to the top floor of the building and the two men escorted Jeremy to the office of Sir Jeffrey, who looked up as they entered.
    “Ah, Mr Banks, do take a seat. Thank you, gentleman. Just wait outside would you.”
    Jeremy sat down. “Nice to meet you again, Sir Jeffrey. Although, rather strange circumstances.”
    “Yes, sorry for all the theatrics but needs must sometimes. All a little bit James Bond, but not such a bad thing to keep up appearances,