Jake was away for the whole weekend. Family business and somewhat stressful. Not just the travelling, but some of the entertaining and conversations of the weekend proved difficult. 

 Since Jake and his two friends had set up their business called ‘The Triangle’ there were a lot of questions asked around the family about what they all did. 

 Jake, Bigsy and Clare produced a good front story, but behind it all, they sometimes mixed up into quite complicated situations.

Bigsy was bent into an unusual shape. He draped over the front seat of a car at a diagonal angle to the dashboard. Everything looked blurry, and he knew the car was moving fast. Intense heat as his head angled back towards the sky.

He tried to remember how he got here. His head pain and lack of limb control made it challenging to focus on anything. He made out a driver shape and the bumpiness of the route. 

He heard a pulsing sound, like a deep bass note mixed with a metallic edge.

 "The only people who can see the whole picture," he murmured, "are the ones who step out of the frame." — Salman Rushdie

Bigsy drove the van to Christina's private party gig. They'd brought their musical equipment but the whole sound system had been prepared by the venue. It was one of the concert halls around Birmingham. The kind that was re-purposed for trade events.

Back at the Al Akram industrial site in London, Mehdi Akram was shaking his head. 

"Those delivery drivers Alan and Dave were duped by UK government forces. The last BioPen vial was handed over to the UK instead of to us."

Robert Alton was back at his SI6 office. Dorothy came through on the phone, 

"There's a US Colonel on the phone for you... Colonel Carson." 

Jake arrived first at the pub in London's Borough Market. He had grabbed a cab from outside the office and it had only taken about fifteen minutes to thread through the traffic to just south of the river. 

"Tell me about Al Aktar," asked Clare to Chuck, "You must know more about their origins?"

 "Yes, it's deeper than Al Aktar, and goes back to the Iraqi mindset," replied Chuck, "The Al Aktar people had thoughts which went back much further than the war driven by George Bush. 

"Everyone, this is Elisa, or should I say Doctor Elisa Solomons. We have known one another for many years. When the recent situation that I've described to Jake came up, I thought I'd ask Elisa if she had any insights."

Ghali Yassim was thinking back to the first news of the destroyed truck. Most of the conversation was recorded and he was playing it back for the fifth time, trying to find any new meaning in it.

"Something has happened," said Ghali Yassim. "We have lost contact with the first truck