I knew that I should follow the trail. It wasn’t going to be easy to do it. I was warned it could be dangerous. The targets were active in business disruption. They traveled independently across the UK. They had sabotaged people’s plans, partnerships, and products.
They felt it was their “God-given duty”, and it was uttered as a sort of mantra. They’re the types that don’t want to be ruffled, or have their cover blown. However they offend other people, and cause huge reprisals against us, and themselves. It’s a dirty, dangerous activity.
They aren’t agents
I found out they were in Swindon. It wasn’t easy to do, and no one else knew this who was able to intervene. I travelled there a few times to scope out the place. I didn’t have any equipment with me because I felt it was important to the success of the endeavour.
They weren’t agents, and I spoke to a young person who was surprised to hear this. “They move with such power,” she said, bewildered. She’d known their behaviour and I could tell she had seen some things she found difficult to forget. It was an impetus to carry on.
Outwards, and onwards
It wasn’t until years later that I was able to see them out. I had found traces of their whereabouts. I picked up on a detail or two. I discovered they worked remotely for a large corporation. It wasn’t their usual line of work but did it to “build a budget”, as they put it.
It was an arduous task for them, because they were corrupt. They attacked fellow employees, disrupted supply lines, and suggested changes to logistics. They were totally disruptive. Their antics hurt those who didn’t understand what they were doing.
Their exit was dignified, but only because it needed silence. They were walked off and weren’t allowed to return. It wouldn’t be their “base of operations” anymore. It was such a high-level crime that a lot of legal work was put in over time to put things right.
A task in hand
I met a lot of individuals during one visit to the town. I wasn’t able to make it into the centre of the town because of security risks. They were nice, amiable, local folk. They had concerns of their own, but were frightened for other people in their community.
It was felt I should carry on, even though the risks were immense. I saw that a lot of unsavoury characters had moved into the town. It was a tight situation. It was possible, but it would take a lot of work. I planned to research it properly, and kept it to the point.
