We arrived at our destination just before three that afternoon. Outside the climate had improved, the oppressive clouds had been left behind and the weather was now clearer but still January cold. The others had some knowledge of Cheltenham, our destination, and navigated us through the outskirts with unerring skill. The city was bigger than I expected and had an air of slightly faded grandeur, an impression reinforced by the imposing nature of our ultimate destination, the Queens – a proud apparition in white.

The Cell had been told that we would meet up with our briefing officer inside the Hotel so, leaving the car in a safe locale, we made our way there. Awaiting our arrival outside the Queens was the final member of our select group. The man, whom we later knew as Agent Fox, stood out, dressed smartly in a dinner jacket and tie more suited to the gaming tables of Monte Carlo than the wind–blown streets of Cheltenham. It later transpired that he had indeed been called away from the Riviera to join the investigation.

It wasn’t Fox who felt out of place when we entered but the rest of us, who were wearing gear designed to protect us from the cutting wind and, consequently were underdressed for our surrounding.

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All material on these pages relates to fictional situations, characters and organisations,part of an ongoing murder mystery type adventure game, and in no way reflects any real interest or belief in the paranormal, espionage, etc, etc. It's just a game chaps!

Last Updated:26^th March 2000