Tom Drake rubbed sleep from his eyes as he stared at the computer screen again. In three days he had barely got four hours sleep, but for his constant supply of coffee he'd have long since gone to bed. He couldn't risk it though, not considering what had happened. He sighed, there had to be some clue to what was happening among his files, he just had to figure out where. There were a variety of files spread across his desk, most stamped with the word classified, among a multitude of newspapers from all over the country. He went to make himself another cup of coffee to help him try and concentrate.<br/><br/>The rest of the office was a mess, books, files and newspaper cuttings littering the floor as if the whole room was acting like a rubbish bin. Amdist it all was a small photo frame, a picture of the members of Hammerdown taken before the murders had started. It was the last time Tom had seen many of them alive, and he knew it was only a matter of time before someone came after him, if only he knew when.