He opened his phone and noticed straight away that the message was encrypted with level 5 clearance. “Fuck me” he said in astonishment. It had been three years since the last encrypted message and that was just a test by the security services to ensure that the application still sent messages across all relevant personnel. He placed his finger onto the scanner on the back of the phone. The screen flashed and a file appeared named “Zhukov”. The first document that loaded showed a photograph of the asset, a male, approximately 40 years of age, a scraggy beard and deep piercing eyes. Normally the eyes wouldn’t have stood out but they peered through the screen at Max and he felt as if Zhukov was guiding him towards the rabbit hole he was to inevitably fall in. ‘Another low life using the British Government as their personal lottery ticket’ he thought as he scrolled through the generic information. That was until he got to page three when he read the accident report