Tower Bridge, London. Unknown to the traffic a single figure sits on the steel girders beneath it. Blood trickles down from the cut in his neck. It's a cut that won't be there for long. As the wound seals itself he sits in silence, thinking.

?I don't get it, why isn't he moving? What's he doing??
?Get him on the radio?
?I tried sir, he's not responding.?
?Shit! Get a unit out to him, bring him back.?
?Yessir?

Still silent, he drops into the murky waters below and swims toward his target, MI6 headquarters. His head rises to the surface occasionally to check his position. His suit clings to his body, protecting him from the cold of the water. He's focused, the most focused he's been in a long time.

A helicopter hovers above the roof of an office building. Under the roar of the blades a small Special Forces unit leaps from the chopper to the roof. They walk cautiously around the rooftop, weapons readied. But they are alone. The stone-faced colonel gets on his radio.
?Sir we're at the pickup point but there's no sign of him. You wanna check his position again??
?You're in the right place colonel. He's there somewhere. Be careful?
There's a crunch beneath his boot. The colonel lifts his foot and squints to see through the darkness. It's a computer chip, no bigger than a marble. Broken, and covered in blood.
��������?Shit! Sir we have a problem here. The prototype has removed his chip sir. He could be anywhere now.?

��������Still swimming through the darkness of the Thames water, his neck wound healed, his target comes into view. A building under the water, hidden from the public for the past 50 years. He swims toward a docking bay. His green, baldhead comes to the surface. His bright orange eyes scan the lab for any sign of resistance. Two men, engineers, unarmed. Their necks break easy.
��������?Don't move!?
A tall figure in a suit holds a gun to his back. He recognises the voice.
��������?I don't have time for your games Briggs. I got killing to do?
The suit lowers his gun.
��������?Bloody hell Tokay lighten up a bit willya. We're finally getting out, you should be happy. Now cheer up for gods sake.?
��������?I'll be happy when I see this building burnt to the ground. You got what I wanted??
��������?All here.? Holds up a heavy looking rucksack. ?Wasn't easy getting all this outta the armoury y'know.?
Tokay snatches the bag from Briggs hand and takes a look inside. He pulls out a holster with two sub machine guns attached.
��������?This'll do.?
��������?Planning on taking out M with those babies??
��������?Yep. But first I gotta make a stop over at the gene labs.?
Tokay marches out of the room. His new guns holstered over his nuchuka. ?You know what to do??
��������?Yeah yeah, just call me distraction man.?
A lift door opens beside them and Briggs walks in. ?Good luck mate!? The doors close infront of Briggs as he mumbles to himself, ?your gonna need it!?

��������On the top floor of the building, M sits in his large, spacious office, hunched over his desk. He looks worried, but not as worried as the colonel, stood at attention on the over side of his desk. M leans back in his chair.
��������?And you definitely combed the whole of the surrounding area??
��������?Yes Sir! I also have 5 units out right now searching the whole of London. I will find him sir.?
��������?You'd better Colonel. For your sake! I'm beginning to wish I'd never put you in charge of the Tokay project. If he's seen by the public the PM will come down on us like a ton of bricks.?
Another suited agent bursts into the office.
?Sir, we've had a breach in security. Two engineers have been found in the docking bay. Their necks have been broken.?
A sly smile creeps across the Colonels face.
?He's here.?
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