A bell rings in the background startling him, the light from the newly illuminated blinking LED cast a shadow on the wall that made him look grotesque. He pondered the outline as it crossed the golden framed picture of the front cover of a copy of a 1991 Zapp magazine then the laughing started. It started quietly at first before building up in to a thunderous roar that prevented him from breathing, then the tears started. Tears like never before, like diamonds that matched his cufflinks then it stopped, silence. Mr Braden Steadied himself, a picture of complete composure once again but he knew it wouldn't be long before someone else picked up one of his own, very special missions. "Soon" he said to himself with a wry smile.