Fleet Street London

 

Lat = 51 degrees, 30.8 minutes North

Long = 0 degrees, 6.7 minutes West

 

Ruth was seated at her desk, on the journey back from Colchester she had, had time to think about what Roger had told her and what she had seen, she looked over at Mike in the editor’s office, and he had his feet up on his desk with a mug of tea and talking on the phone.

Ruth waited for him to finish the phone call and then walked over and knocked the glass door. Mike waved her in, “have you a few minutes to spare Mike?”

“I have a feeling I should be saying no; but come on in and talk to me.”

Ruth sat down and explained her progress, from ascertaining Strayker’s rank to her talk with Roger.

“Roger; wasn’t he a boyfriend of yours Ruth?”

Ruth looked directly at him, “Was! Mike.”

“Okay Ruth; I won’t push that any further, so it looks like there is a new covert military unit in town.”

“So Mike can I run with it?”

He looked across at her again admiring her tenacity, “go for it Ruth; you have mine and the papers backing.”

“Thanks Mike.”

“So how do you propose to get to the bottom of this matter?”

Ruth spent a few minutes explaining her plan.

“Ballsey Ruth; I can’t think of a better way, by the way news has just come in of a disaster in the city of Chimoio in Mozambique.”

“What kind of disater?”

“It’s a bit thin at the moment but it’s not a natural one.”

“Do you want me to cover it.”

“No Ruth; I’ll put someone else on it, it’s probably nothing important, you run with this Strayker chap.”