More about my story

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Now that we’ve established where we are, it’s time to get out and about.

When you arrive in a new city and are supposed to be a tourist, the first thing you do is go out and take a look. Aside from spending a little time reading up on the main sightseeing tours/sites, it’s the time when you find out whether the hype is correct.

The places to eat, the places to get coffee, the places where there might be problems near and by the convention centre where the conference is going to be held.

Of course, whilst our protagonist is not a tourist, he needs an adequate cover story to tell the authorities if, no, when they ask why he’s there.  Of course, it is such a country that the chief of police will already know he’s there, where he’s staying, and why.

His cover?  Journalist.  Covering the conference.  A legitimate reason to be wandering around checking out the sights, and the conference centre.  The point here is that a good agent always has a rock-solid cover story, and our protagonist does.  He is actually a journalist, and well enough known by a number of others who are attending the conference. It’s possible they will all have a get-together, most likely in the hotel he’s staying.

It’s the sort of three-and-a-half-star hotel their papers will book for them

So, just to get the ball rolling, he is going to meet the chief of police, and we’re not going to make him a monster, just a dedicated policeman in a place where police are known to be less polite when handling the public, and even less so handling suspects.

Best to tread lightly.