A dark car with tinted windows pulled up in the car park, the driver got out and opened the door, waiting as a teenage boy stepped out. The driver got out a suit case which had been stored in the boot and placed it on the ground.

"That's enough. I'll take it from here. Thank you, Roger." Came the silky voice of the young, red-headed male. He had a pair of black sunglasses on, despite it being dark in the car. "I'm not ill anymore, you don't have to treat me as such." He took the case and walked over to the group, taking the sunglasses off. "Excuse me, who's in charge here? I need a word with someone official."