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operate anonymously. ‘Great,’ he thought sarcastically, ‘just one more obstacle to contend with.’ Accessing records would be difficult enough without having to keep it anonymous.
    As Anisha took another step, the floor creaked noisily and Jack turned in her direction, taking off the earphones. “Morning.”
    “Hey. You still playing that FLD?”
    “Yeah I'm trying to place the voice. I don't recognise it at all.” It was itching at him. The identity of this man was a complete mystery. He didn't even have an inkling as to who it was. He kept racking his brain but nothing was coming to mind.
    They heard the soft patter of Gina skulking down the stairs and walked over to her. It occurred to Anisha that Gina was in smart clothes, and Jack had wet hair so he must've come from the shower. She was the last one up. Gina whispered to Anisha that she had to go to work, and her comrade could immediately tell she didn't want to. Her voice was hoarse, her tone apologetic.
    To Gina, it was as if she was abandoning her best friend at the worst possible time. Even so, she couldn’t help feeling a little nervous about going out by herself- especially with such dangerous people around. But with Big Brother having eliminated the fraudulent sick day, what choice did she have?
    They all said goodbye and promised to call when they had some news. With Gina deserting the flat, Anisha trekked upstairs to the shower, while Jack rewound the file and played it yet again.
     
    In the grimy, basement level car park, a young man with spiked blonde hair sat in his car listening to the horse races. The threat of rain later on had forced them to start early. There wasn't much interest in horse racing anymore, since gambling had slowly been phased out of society.
    With time travel possible, you could go back in time knowing the winner and place your bet with complete confidence. It had taken the whole purpose out of it. He just liked the thrill of it though. Even without the money laid down, he still enjoyed the race.
    Looking at his watch now, he saw it was quarter past ten. As if on cue, Green opened up the other door of the large silver Sedan and hastily entered. “Here's the latest report from the lab,” uttered Klaus dryly, staying calm and professional. The MP took the folder and began leafing through it.
    “The laboratory contract expires in a few weeks Klaus. This is your last report. I trust you'll be wanting your money.”
    “If it's not too much bother,” smiled the German slimily, in the process showing off his pearl white teeth. Green got out an envelope from his jacket pocket and handed it to him.
    “There's a little extra in there, just to make sure your lips stay sealed.”
    “I won't say anything to anyone.”
    “I know you won't.” Green slipped out of the car and began to walk away hurriedly checking left and right as he went.
    Looking down at his envelope, the blonde odd job man opened it up with rabid impatience. He knew something was wrong when he saw a flashing red light instead of a wad of cash. That was the last thought he ever had. Behind Green the front of the car exploded in a crescendo of violent noise.
    From the front seat came a small flash of dirty flame, which was quickly engulfed in dense clouds of smoke raging outwards, and masking the thick film of blood and brain matter left lining the interior. With a handkerchief over his mouth, the Chancellor ducked out of the way through a small door and was gone before anyone ever had the chance of seeing him.
     
    Jack and Anisha walked into the towering glass building on Druid Street. As they went up the escalator, they overlooked children playing in a small grassy field, probably part of the nearby school. The innocence of the schoolyard stood in direct contrast to the events of the last few days. The thought made them both shudder.
    The pair reached Bob's floor and Jack walked out of the lift. Finding himself in a safe, familiar place, a small sigh of relief