A lone figure sat in a small café allowing him easy viewing access to the large, pristine building across the street. The man was well built, and very scruffy looking, with long, greasy hair, and a messed up beard. His eyes looked tired, with good reason as he hadn’t slept for the best part of three days. He had helped plan this operation for four years, and the unfortunate capture of one of the leading thinkers had not stopped the others. For a brief second, he closed his eyes and pictured himself in 24 hours time. He would be on a ship, sleeping on a small, yet comfortable bed. He would be smiling, knowing that he had accomplished something special. The man opened his eyes, and looked at his watch.