It was nearly half past 8 when i was awoken by the sound of my alarm clock going off, i had awoken from my some what frightening dream.

Needless to say i was a pilot in a spitfire plane which was being shot down by a meschersmitt german plane which had pounced on it's prey like a giant panther.

The sound of my alarm clock had coincided with the sound of sirens which were the fire engines in my dream making their way to the disaster scene.

Any way this was only a dream and my day had just began, i quickly made myself a cup of delicious loffbergs coffee which i am relably informed is sweden's number 1 best selling coffee.

After taking a shower and putting some clothes on i made my way to the front door where i was surprisingly greeted by the postman "you're a bit early this morning mate " he just looked at me and gave me the mail then walked off.

A few seconds later i heard the sound of a car horn and mike had come to pick me up and take me to our office, mike like myself worked in the home office for mi5.

Few if any words were spoken between us en route as we never spoke of work due to the secrecy act and neither of us had significant family.

"How's Aline these days?" i asked mike, he just shrugged his shoulders "ok i guess from what i see of her ".

We soon approached marble arch and entered Trafalgar square via mayfair , our office was just off oxford street.

So here we are mike another day another dollar i guess, what's on the agenda for today, any meetings? i enquired he said nothing as per usual and just followed on behind me as we entered the building's front entrance.

"Good morning chaps" exclaimed mr.green our superior in command "and what a splendid one it is too" i exclaimed.

We were then briefed about todays agenda and our main meetings which would prove interesting though mr.green would't elaborate any further, suffice to say one or both of us might have to brush up on our german.

Coffee was taken at 1100 and we got in to the business side of the day which was the meeting.

"Right gentlemen i won't beat around the bush and get to the point why we are all here this morning , one of our agents has been lifted last night in potsdamer Berlin and we want him back".

He continued to explain the urgency attached to regaining our kidnapped agent as he knew classified information which in the wrong hands could seriously damage ourselves and the cold war alliance.

It was 1958 and germany had been divided up by the alliance forces with the soviets, Berlin was indeed the most sensitive city in western europebeing at the crossroads to the iron curtain.

Our mission was to fly to West Germany and find out what we could about the whereabouts of ouragent prior to his sudden disappearence and to make contact with their agent namely chop chop charlie who would act as a third party in commencing the negotiations for the release of our agent.