He made sure he holstered his pistol before walking out to the swish black BMW parked outside his house. He unlocked it with the car door, jumping into the front seat. Built into the dashboard was a fancy computer, beyond anything even the most hi-tech car had. "This is like a laptop crossed with a GPS system," he said, patting the folded down computer screen. "We need it, Time Agency HQ doesn't exist on any map you can buy at a tourist shop, you won't find standard GPS systems which can get you there. Maybe it can give us a few clues about what's going on too."