The pair cautiously made their way down a series of dark passageways until they reached the entrance.

‘I hate these places. They certainly stink of something, but what it is, I’ll never know,’ remarked Ken rather loudly.
‘Stop moaning and keep your voice down,’ whispered Boris sharply, not even daring to crane his neck around.
The decidedly dodgy looking nurse wheeled the heavy lump through the revolving door and in to the reception area.
‘Keep us well to the left and follow the signs for the lifts. We’ll start searching the first-floor wards, where intelligence suspects the target to be.’
Before he could finish his sentence, a polite voice called out from the reception desk on the other side of the lobby.
‘Excuse me… Hello… Can I help you at all?’
Every bone in their bodies had to resist the urge to turn around and reply to the voice, but it began to look like they had no choice. Footsteps became increasingly louder behind them as they reached the lift doors.
A slender hand landed politely on Ken’s stiff shoulder.
‘Hello… Is everything ok? I was calling you.’
Ken turned slowly around and the young girl got a good look at the suit with the mummified head and two beady eyes poking out.
‘Oh my God!...