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blend in without drawing attention to their violent histories. The group huddled together and became raucous, their normal deliberate and assured footing replaced by a stumbling, clumsy gait that had them clinging on to one another to stay upright. The new beer stained rugby shirts added to the look. They were well chosen and defined the men as just another group of rugby players who didn’t know how to control their boozing after a Sunday kickabout. The rugby shirts were especially well chosen and would ensure the next part of the plan would kick in without much effort.
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    The German slowed down as he approached the roundabout. The navigation screen told him that the FSS offices were on the other side of the small woods that lined the roadside. The job was rushed and as such he had no idea what level of security protected the government building. He did however expect the car parks to be monitored by CCTV and therefore would approach the building on foot. Noticing a small parking area further up on the left, he drove past the entrance to a small industrial estate and parked. Opening the rear of the Range Rover, he extracted a number of weapons, night vision goggles and a black jumpsuit. Closing the boot, he turned and disappeared quickly into the treeline.
    As he worked his way through the woods and towards the building, he could clearly see that there was only one car in the car park, just as the Colonel had predicted. Of course, being a Sunday night at 10 p.m., it was not a particularly enlightened prediction but all the same it did make the job all the easier. The German checked for surveillance cameras and noted that the front of the building and the car parks were covered by CCTV. However, he could see a way to weave through those without being seen, at least until he reached the front door. After that, he was fairly certain he would be picked up but he was going to have to cover his tracks inside the building anyway.
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    John Yates, the young FSS scientist had spent the last three hours working through the DNA sample. Uploading it to the database had taken less than an hour. However the results were proving anything but normal. So far, the sample did not match that taken from any of the previous four victims. It seemed certain the suspect was not the serial rapist. As for the latest sample from the most recent victim, not only did it not match the suspect but it did not match the previous samples. Whoever had attacked the latest victim was not the serial rapist. It seemed the suspect was completely innocent, something even the young and naïve Yates knew was going to give the police a serious problem. It was bad enough beating up a suspect but an innocent suspect? Just as Yates reached for the phone to call his supervisor, his computer screen bleeped and a match flashed onto his screen. He replaced the receiver and checked the results.
     
    Sample Match *************** eyes only Def. Min.      Send
     
    He’d never seen anything like it, as far as he knew he had access to every name in the system. Yates knew a thing or two about computers and tried to circumvent the security. He hadn’t wasted his Sunday evening to come up with a row of asterisks. After a number of dead ends, he eventually gave up. The area which had identified the match was deeply buried and not available to Yates. In fact, it wasn’t shared with any other system. Of the three million samples stored, it seemed that around 50 samples were partitioned in a highly secure secret area. As he reached for the phone, the buzzer at the main door sounded. Thinking the only person likely to visit at that hour was his supervisor, to check up on him, he quickly deleted all tracks of his search for the secure area and hit the Send button, which alerted the Defence Minister of the match. He was surprised to see his screen instantly clear of any reference to the sample. Obviously, another security feature, out of sight out of mind.
    The buzzer at the main