I did have a pressing engagement with a very attractive representative from the Swedish embassy but England must come first and having said my au revoirs to Kira I returned to Cheltenham.

On my return I was pleased to find my vehicle had been upgraded to a car more in keeping with my position and I raced up to Chelt. Mr J had unfortunately for him put out the call for help on the day of the National and I had to check on the progress of my horse and to make sure my investment was successful before keeping my appointment; after all it was only Mr. J.

When I arrived at the Queens I had missed two very attractive TV celebrities only to find that Mr. J was there along with my old friends Alex and the very quiet Mr. Jones.

They were accompanied I was pleased to see not by those bloody micks from my first mission with C23 but two new team members-one of whom bore an uncanny resemblance to a shape shifter who I saw in To Play the King.

J brought us up to date with the going's on at the research institute and wanted us to investigate a sighting of an alleged UFO up in the hills around Chelt and the disappearance of Alex West. We set of in one of the pool vehicles, as the old Aston didn't have enough room for a fully armed party up to the scene.

After a careful examination of the scene we found what we believed to a be evidence of a UFO landing and were in the process of leaving to take it for analysis when we were confronted by three MIB's. They seemed to be trying to warn us of but were obviously unaware who they were dealing with and I faced them off while the rest of my colleagues hid - good help is so hard to find these days.