You enter the open door of the car. As you do so, it closes behind you.
There are two rows of seats, seperated by an extremely thick pane of reinforced glass. On the other side is the fast-talking man from before.
"Jimmy Blond, it is a pleasure to meet you! Most might not know who you are, but to some (myself included) you are a kind of celebrity - and it gives my ego no small boost to think that some of the stuff I'm getting up to is big enough to warrant sending in Britain's finest agent.
You're probably wondering about the name - after all, Jimmy Blond is hardly the most common of names. The truth is, my name's not Jimmy. As you can imagine, people in my line of work are not inclined to use their real name. When it came to finding a pseudonym for myself, I thought why not name myself after the man that the country owes more to than any other?
By the way, don't get any ideas - I've heard of some of the gadgets R can come up with, and they are delightful! You wouldn't be the first to try to kill me, and you're not going to be the last - in fact, I'd be rather worried if you were'nt planning on it.
But I'm sure you've had enough of my ramblings. You have come to me for a hit of what I deal in - information. So I'll tell you how we're going to do things.
First, you're going to tell me what you want from me. Then, I'm going to tell you my price. If you're still interested, then we can make our exchange, and amicably go our seperate ways. And I do suspect it will be amicable. Afterwards, you might not have any immediate need for my services, but there's no telling what will go on in the future. Think of all the dead trails, Jimmy. Think of all the leads that haven't followed up and the situations which you averted by the skin of your teeth. Your luck will not hold out indefinitely. Sooner or later, your luck, and most likely rather a lot else, will come to an end. That is, unless you make more dealings with my. I am sure you will not regret it."