Sean Tanner looked over his new car. It was electric! There'd be no more exhilarating engine noises when tearing to his next mission. Apart from the sporty appearance, it might as well have been a milk float.
---Danny Poy, the acting head of Logistics came over. 'Isn't She a beauty?'
---'Looks aren't everything,' said Tanner, still looking the car up and down.
---'Well, She certainly floats my boat.'
---'Um, what does it do?'
---'Do? I'm not with you.'
---'You know, gadgets, guns, that sort of thing.'
---'Oh. Well, since the attack on HQ we've had to cut back a bit. It's just a standard car. No gadgets I'm afraid.'
---Sean held his hand out for the keys. Danny tossed them to him and left muttering to himself.
[[Get in the car]]
[[Go to meeting]]Sean Tanner unlocked the car and got in.
---'Good morning Sir. Where would you like to go?'
---Tanner bashed the control screen. 'I'll drive thank you!'
---The car glided silently away from HQ(2) and Tanner relaxed with some soothing music.
---The control screen flashed and beeped to attract his attention, but Tanner chose to ignore it and dimmed the display. Sean would have liked to have driven to Dark Stream; it would've been nice to see Terrance and Helen and catch up, but he knew that chapter in his life had passed. Alex Farrington was settled there now and as far as Terrance and Helen knew, Sean was dead and buried. It was for the best that they kept believing this as it would be very difficult to explain the truth.Sarah Serking wasn't in her office so Sean went straight to the meeting room.
---'Do you like your new car Mr Tanner?' said a tall man who stood to greet him.
---'Yes, I'm sure I'll get used to it. I suppose I was a bit of a dinosaur insisting on having a real engine in my cars.'
---'Well, we all have to make our little sacrifices. These are hard times Mr Tanner. Forgive me for not introducing myself. I'm Herman Potts, the new head of Logistical Accounting.'
---Sean shook hands and looked around the table. Sarah was seated at the far end with a dossier in front of her. The rest were all unfamiliar, but looked to be high-ups in the organization.
---Tanner took a seat when offered. He didn't know why, but he was feeling nervous.
---Sarah stood up and looked grave. Sean, we have intelligence from MI5 that Lars Striker has you in his sights.' She pulled a document out of her dossier. 'We received this letter from him yesterday. It says: You should've stayed dead Sean Tanner. I'm coming to get you! It goes on to say what he's going to do to you when he finds you, I won't go into the gory details, but you get the picture.'
---Sean shifted in his seat, imagining what Striker had in mind. 'Well, Maam. He has to find me first.'
---'Well, at the moment that wouldn't be too difficult. We need to get you away from HQ as soon as possible. Dark Stream is out of the question, it's been compromised. A new safe house needs to be set up by this evening. We'll move you tonight, then we can formulate a plan.'