Meanwhile...

- Mi6 Headquarters, London, England.

Sitting behind a very large desk, a balding Naval officer hands a dossier marked For Your Eyes Only over to a tall, dark gentleman sitting opposit: Dylan Chord, British Agent. Opening the dossier, Dylan finds pictures of GenoTech and chemical information outlining some sort of drug. Raising one eyebrow slightly, he looks up as the old Naval officer begins to talk.

Naval Officer - "That's all we have. Your orders are to travel to Sydney and find out what you can about this GenoTech corporation and whatever this drug may be."

Dylan Chord - "How did we come by this information, sir?"

Naval Officer - "We don't control the best satellite system in the world for nothing, Agent Chord. Intercepting several communications from MI was easy."

Dylan Chord - "MI?"

Naval Officer - "Yes, so don't muck this one up. Whatever GenoTech is up to, it can't be good. You leave ASAP."

Dylan Chord - (stands up, preparing to leave) "Can I take the Aston Martin, sir? It might come in handy at some point."

Naval Officer - "Only if you bring it back in one piece this time. Government funds are not best spent on those little toys you so love to destroy, so watch yourself! Now, get going."

Dylan Chord - "Yes, sir."

Dylan leaves the room, pausing briefly to straighten his tie. The balding Naval officer mutters something under his breath before returning to his work.