<em>The security van co-driver, with the grey moustache and the gut, pushed the door open and the bell jingled merrily. He took in the small gathering of women, the rather flustered looking Brian, and grinned. "Hey Bri, come at a bad time, did we? Sorry we're a bit early, but Control gets nervous when there are road closures."<br/><br/>He dumped the security box on the counter and tapped in the code to open it, took out the paperwork and began filling it in.</em>