The Mi7 agent known only as White Rose sat behind his desk on Roppongi, a respectable Interspace Executive to all but the handful who knew his true identity. He was frowning, deep in thought. In his hand lay a tiny datachip which he had collected that morning, taped to the bottom of his morning coffee cup. He turned the chip over and over in his hands, staring at it. In truth he should have destroyed the chip by now, he had already read its encrypted message. Instead he turned to the face of a very old Kusarian man that had just appeared in the screen of his datapad.
"Is this channel secure?" he whispered into a concealed microphone
"Of course" replied the old man, in words only audible to his contact through a tiny earpiece.
"I take it you still work the fishing platforms on Junyo, as ever?"
The old man chuckled, "all my life old friend, like my father and grandfather before me, as you know perfectly well"
The other man smiled "Glad to hear it. I trust you are monitoring the labourers from Fuchu Prison?"
"I watch them every day. They are truly a sorry lot..."
"Then listen carefully. Tomorrow there will be a new prisoner. You will recognise him easily - he has volunteered himself for the programme."
"A volunteer? Ha..."
"He has been assigned to work party 21B. You are to contact him, but be sure that the guards do not notice you."
"And? What is the message I am to pass on?"
"He needs to escape soon. I....I have a plan.......
Sir Stanley Nelson <span style="color:#000066">Charles Canning </span><span style="color:#000066"> Foreign Secretary</span>