He nodded. "Much as we hopefully won't be disturbed by anyone I don't fancy having to come back here in case we do. We need to pack all the files that are important," he said, pointing to a pile he'd made at the far end of the desk. "Everything about Hammerdown, our colleagues...everything we really need to know is in that pile. The rest is either junk or even if it was found by someone they'd never understand what it meant."<br/><br/>He switched the computer off, standing up and throwing his coat and shoes on. He walked over to the old photo of the team still sat by his desk.<br/><br/>"Poor Dmitri," he said, pointing to the young blonde Russian man at the front. "It was supposed to be his way of proving his loyalty to us and look what reward he got for his hard work." He couldn't stop himself from shaking, Dmitri's death in particular had effected him badly.