THE CITRUS AFFAIR
A bitter-sweet tale of hi-tech espionage.

By Sarah Campbell

Chapter Eleven

Agent Clementine couldn't stop herself thinking about the Jesus joke. What about: These days he walks on rivers and people die under his feet by using Underground trains? Hard to swallow. Three stations had been marked on the London map that was found in the murdered Dr's laboratory. L., his boss, had told them to head for one of the so called accessible stations in the city, what a crap idea, whatever YES' plans were they certainly wouldn't be that smooth and smart.

Orange knew much better anyway. Years ago they had prepared the good old but now unused original tunnel system that undermined London for their own very special needs. Had also used it several times. With success.

Piles of unrecognisable rubbish (and also there had been many others who'd become familiar with the hidden secret ways for one reason or the other), so Orange had to use his wheelchair ploughs for himself and Clementine to reach the power point cavern where his assistant Peel was awaiting him with the results of their digital body activity camera. Good old human adrenalin. Any sudden secretion above the average of it and the camera took its shots. Picadilly had turned out to be the place of their desire. When the two agents arrived they found the camera a little overexcited, not to say it was going mad, Orange had never seen it before like this. On the walls there were fireworks of projected realtime pictures showing people in the above station with fits of laughter, jumping and dancing hysterically around each other, some of them even taking their clothes off and throwing them around, and, no, unbelievable, this guy in wheelchair in the midst of the tracks with this woman, high-voltage, too much adrenalin for the camera, flickering colours on the walls, total blackout...

Complete silence in the cavern apart from the nervous noises caused by a gang of rats, unsure if their time had already come to maintain their rights as the superior race above mankind. Not yet. Peel activated their old-fashioned video camera to overlook the station. All they could see: dead bodies.

But only a few moments later the digital camera had overcome its crisis and gave notice of three sources showing increased adrenalin activity...

CHAPTER TWELVE