As the sunsets over Birmingham, the scientists are all set up in the back garden of a house on Murphy Street. DC Peters is laying in the grass with his brother who says, “Remind me why we are doing this again?” “Because dear brother you are helping me solve a mystery that may well have a Para-normal aspect.” “Yeah but what’s with the laying down in cold wet grass for?” “Heh, you will see soon enough!” A few moments later the first stone flies over their heads and gently clunks against the wall of the house. “Now do see why?” says DC Peters to his brother. “Shit yeah! Bloody hell where are they coming from?” “I rather thought that you might be able to help me with that!” adds DC Peters. “Andrews are you getting anything?” Peters shouts across the garden to Andrews who is hid in some bushes with a laptop connected to various pieces of equipment throughout the garden. “Not sure yet, still collating, yes hang on there is definitely some kind of field disturbance, but not in the usual band so it’s not, wait what the hell is that?” “What is it?” Shouts the professor who is safely hid inside the garden shed, but with the door open. “You had better call the others in sir, this is officially weird.” Andrews answers. “Oh great!” the professor exclaims. “Others?” DC Peters asks. “The consultants.” Peters answers. “Oh.”

Inside the nearest pub Mason mobile rings and he looks at the caller id before answering, then looks up at the others around the table and nods, then answers the phone. “Hello professor.” “I wonder if you wouldn’t mind joining us as we now have something to go on and I need your assistance.” “On our way” With that he puts his mobile back in his pockets and downs the rest of his pint of Guinness then stands and puts his jacket on. “They need us.” Is all Mason says to the others as they sort themselves out for leaving the pub.