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for, but let me warn you: once you accept our offer, there’s no going back.’
    ‘Yeah, red pill, blue pill. I get it.’
    ‘I’m serious,’ Efram said. ‘We can help to bring about your dream, or you can carry on as you are, making no difference whatsoever. Just be aware that this will be far beyond anything you’ve done so far. People will die, and I mean lots of them.’
    ‘That happens with all real revolutions,’ Roberts said. ‘The elite aren’t just going to hand over the reins and step aside: we’re going to have to take them down.’
    ‘I agree, but I’m also thinking of the common folk who will get caught up in the violence. Do you think you could live with that?’
    Roberts didn’t hesitate. ‘Eggs and omelettes.’
    ‘So the end justifies the means?’
    ‘Exactly.’
    Efram closed the file and put it back in his briefcase. ‘I’ll call you tomorrow,’ he said, as the car pulled up to the kerb. ‘If you decide to accept our offer, we’ll have to move fast, so have your passport handy.’
    ‘Where will I be going?’
    ‘If you’re in, you’ll find out when you get to the airport. In the meantime, find three others from your ranks that you’d like to take with you. No more, no less. And make sure they’re hard-core. I don’t want any tree-huggers.’
    ‘I know the three I’d choose,’ Roberts said, ‘ if I agree to go along with this. It still stinks of entrapment.’
    ‘Don’t flatter yourself. Your little organisation isn’t even an irritation to the authorities. They know you exist, but you’re so far down the watch list that you’re invisible. Like I said, exactly what we need for our operation.’
    Feeling both a bruised ego and excitement at the possibility of real change, Roberts opened the door and climbed out.
    ‘Think about it,’ Efram called after him. ‘This will be your one and only chance to make a difference.’
    Roberts closed the door and the saloon pulled away, leaving him slightly confused, if not a little better off than he’d been for a long time. He stuffed the cash into his pocket and headed back to his bedsit for another night alone, only this time he would treat himself to a bottle of vodka while he reflected on the man’s offer.

Chapter 3
    12 March 2014
    Despite the sun beating down on Tom Gray as he steered his daughter’s pushchair into the Minotaur Logistics car park, March had served up a bone-chilling day. He pressed the intercom and was grateful when the door buzzed open, allowing him entry into the warm reception area.
    ‘Hi, Tom,’ the receptionist said, walking round to get a look at the warm bundle in the chair. ‘Melissa, you’re getting so big!’
    ‘That’s because she never stops eating.’ Gray smiled, lifting his daughter from the conveyance. He allowed Gill to fuss over her for a couple of minutes, then asked if Len was busy.
    Gill called through to the office to check, then nodded for Gray to go in.
    ‘You can leave Melissa with me if you like,’ she said, but Gray declined the offer.
    ‘Len wants to see her, too,’ he lied, carrying his daughter to the office door.
    The truth was, Gray felt uncomfortable leaving his daughter with anyone, even his secretary-cum-receptionist of more than five years. The fire that had killed his wife Vick had almost claimed the life of his daughter, and having discovered that it wasn’t an accident, he remained reluctant to let Melissa out of his sight. He’d been in Africa when the blaze took hold, and he still blamed himself for not having been home to save Vick.
    In the office, Gray found Len Smart sitting behind the desk that had been his own for many years. Though Smart held the title of managing director, it was purely a smokescreen. Minotaur remained Gray’s company, one that he’d built from the ground up after leaving the army years earlier.
    Having sold the company to fund his infamous escapade, Gray had subsequently bought it back, despite his solicitor Ryan Amos’s