Straker behind desk (seated), Freeman by door. Foster in front of desk
STRAKER: (thoughtfully , fingers steepled) It’s been a test for you Foster. You followed a predictable set of clues. You’ve shown a certain initiative, but basically it was an inevitable conclusion that led you to the studio. And now......
FOSTER; (worriedly) What happens now?
STRAKER; You realise we can never let you go free. You know too much. Besides which. SHADO rule 43a states that we are absolutely forbidden to recruit anyone with sideburns like those. Sorry. (pulls out a gun and shoots Foster dead)
FREEMAN; He could have shaved them off you know.
STRAKER; (thoughtfully). Oh. I never thought of that. Shit. Too late now.
Well, I like the idea!
Spent the last few days frantically sorting out stories that need to be completed - unsuccessfully though. But, I got The Rho Factor planned.. up to a point. Tried drawing, but the thought of imminent work (Sept 1st) fills me with horror! so I couldn't concentrate. I did however organise the pictures that I shall be putting into the Local Show on Sept 4th.