{"id":4001,"date":"2013-11-20T19:09:47","date_gmt":"2013-11-20T19:09:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/etims.net\/?p=4001"},"modified":"2013-11-20T19:10:21","modified_gmt":"2013-11-20T19:10:21","slug":"head","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/etims.net\/?p=4001","title":{"rendered":"Head!"},"content":{"rendered":"

Head by Brian53<\/span><\/strong><\/h3>\n

The Head of the Scottish Intelligence section sat with his head in his hands, he had known this moment would come for a long time but it still didn\u2019t make him feel any better. He had checked and double checked but all his informants had given him the same information, it was time to call \u2018N\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018N\u2019 sat in her plush office at a secret location in Edinburgh; complaints about the new law covered her desk. Everyone that complained was going into her black book; she would have to get a secretary, in fact a few secretaries as well as a couple dozen more books. The phone rang, she waited for her superstitious 7 rings as that was meant to bring happiness, she answered in her huskiest voice \u201cN\u201d<\/p>\n

The head counted the rings, he knew when she would answer, didnt she know it was unlucky to be superstitious? \u201cMa\u2019am, sorry to call when you are busy but I have just come across some information that might be important.\u201d \u201cIs it about the law?\u201d she said, \u201cI\u2019d rather not discuss it on the phone ma\u2019am given the recent hackings, can we arrange to meet.\u201d \u201cOk tonight, same time and place as usual.\u201d \u201cDo you think that\u2019s wise ma\u2019am\u201d but all he heard was a dialling tone.<\/p>\n

The Head got there early, he liked to scout the place just in case, and why she always wanted to meet in Glasgow was beyond him. The waiter showed him to their usual corner table; it was at its dark and dingy best. He pulled out an e-lite and slowly relaxed he liked this district. The \u2018Burns Howff\u2019 was reputed to have been somewhere close by but he had never been able to find out exactly where. He had given up trying to find out when his agents had started to go missing.<\/p>\n

\u2018N\u2019 appeared in the doorway, bhoy he could smell her awful perfume from here and that hairstyle? He was sure it was a wig. She waddled over to the table a grimace on her face that she thought was a smile. He was sure this was the only date she got these days. \u2018N\u2019 ordered a Bacardi and coke with a Carlsberg chaser. \u201cRight, let\u2019s get down to business, what have you got for me head\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cA new gang as appeared on the scene ma\u2019am.\u201d \u201cWhat here in Glasgow?\u201d \u201cYes ma\u2019am I\u2019m afraid so and my informants tell me that it will have a devastating effect on your law, the one that every sane person is opposed to.\u201d She stared at him \u201cDon\u2019t worry they\u2019re all in my black book, mad or sane.\u201d \u201cTell me Head, are your informants reliable?\u201d \u201cYes Ma\u2019am\u201d \u201cCan you tell me who they are\u201d \u201cNo ma\u2019am but I can give you the SI5 code name of my top agent\u201d \u201cI\u2019m waiting\u201d \u201cMy top agent is \u2018the sharp suited man\u2019 and he has never let me down yet\u201d<\/p>\n

It had been a long evening and \u2018N\u2019 lay naked on the bed, she loved Head she always had, but he was gone now, back to his secret world of espionage. She puffed on her e-cigar and pondered what he had told her. She had authorised him to send in an undercover agent, she wanted to know everything about these Rory Bremner\u2019s<\/p>\n

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