As fast as I’ve seen anyone ever drive, Annabel races with the pick up car through the streets of London. “Where are we going?” I ask her, while being glad I’m wearing my seatbelt. “We’re going to the office, we have to talk with the director”, she answers, while keeping the eyes on the road. “You mean the guy from dinner, last night?” “Yes, him indeed. He’ll know what to do do.” With shredding tires we stop in front of a high office building. We run inside and take the elevator to the highest floor. Inside a huge office with a view over the city, mister Harry is waiting for us behind his desk. “I know why you’re here and it is a serious situation indeed. Someone has been stealing the phone booths. We have to solve this quickly, before they’ll get them all.” I wonder how he already knew why we got there, but don’t dare to ask on my first day of the job. Fortunately he’ll already explains it. “All phone booth have a tracker inside. We can’t see the exact location, but we know that this particular phone cell has been transported to Calais in France this morning. We think they’ve taken the boat. It’s your job to go there and find back the phone booth. Here is a small device to track it.” and with that he sends us on our way.