A silent, desolate space. Footsteps approach. Dust and detritus scatters from the pavement as JOANNA - an attractive middle-aged woman with gushing red hair whose face bears the marks of a life well lived - strides purposefully to the chained and padlocked doors of the warehouse. On the door has been spray painted a large yellow circle with the number 4 inside. She carries a LARGE LEATHER CARRY-ALL.

She pulls a PDA from her coat. The screen reads: "765 Terrace Road, Camden Town - suspected location of operational network equipment. GPS match confirmed"

Joanna places the bag on the ground, unzips it, then takes out a large set of BOLTCUTTERS. She cleanly cuts through the chain. The door swings open with a push.

She places the PDA on the ground before entering the building.

Tall columns of dust sparkle with god-light; sunlight beaming through holes in the ceiling. Joanna heads for an office on the far side of the structure. Its all clear.

A short bank of servers blink in a glass fronted case. On closer inspection only two of the four servers appear to be in working order. Joanna opens her bag and pulls out two similar looking boxes. She swaps these for those in the case and then zips up her bag. She then traces her way back outside.

Joanna picks up the PDA.

Joanna taps the screen purposefully. A message is displayed: "Visual and Geographical recording of Network Equipment down grade operational."

We retrace Joanna's steps through the grainy image of the recording PDA.

We stop in front of the inactive servers.

A strange device is pulled from the leather bag. Joanna activates it causing obvious damage to the units.

The new unit is installed with little fuss.

The PDA's screen flashes then goes dark.

Joanna leaves the building pleased with a job well faked. She allows herself a little congratulatory mamba as she goes - anticipating the fun of the gathering.