Rain spattered noisily against a window pane in the shadowy office of the Prime Minister. He sat, as always, with his back to the glass in a large, overbearing leather armchair in front of an antique oak desk, pen scratching furiously.

"Bureaucracy," he muttered to himself with derision, throwing the pen down and sweeping his fringe from his eyes. Absently, his right hand opened the top drawer of the desk and withdrew a fat cigar. It made its way to his mouth and he lit it; a fine Churchillian metaphor made ugly in his fat and bloated maw.

His chair swivelled round, affording the PM a moonlit view of London below him. He reflected on his decision to move to an office more befitting his status with a lop-sided grin.

"Nice view," came a voice from the darkness behind him. It unsettled him - the voice was polite and crisp but somehow... foreign, "bet you can see all the way to Southend in the daytime."

The PM's skin crawled, he pushed against the floor with a toe in an effort to turn around again, but the chair was blocked some how. His voice wavered as he replied: "who are you? How did you get in here?"

"There are ways, Mr Griffin. You should have spent more on your security staff."

"I'll ask again - who are you?"

The unseen man chuckled, "just a concerned party."

"Concerned? Concerned about what?"

"Come now, Mr Griffin. You didn't think that everybody would just go along with your plans and let you do as you wished did you? This isn't North Korea."

"No," Nick stood up defiantly, and turned to look into the darkness, "this is Britain. You're not from here, are you? I can tell by your voice - what right do you have to intrude on the way I do things in my own country!? I'm the democratically elected -"

The man in the shadows laughed, cutting him off.

"Put a light on - show yourself," barked Griffin, making his way towards a lamp, "what right do you ha-" he stopped and looked down at the hilt of a hunting knife protruding from his gut.

A dark face leaned in and whispered in the Prime Minister's ear: "goodnight, Mr Griffin."