A flashback to no.5 who is 23 years old at this time, slimmer than he is now with longer hair sweeping over the left hand side of his face and falling to his shoulders with a short neat beard and moustache, chewing gum nervously in a massive crowd of people just 3 rows from the front of lake neverlost highschool graduation, chewing the gum not just to hold back the urge to smoke a cigarette (he'd quit not long after his mom and dad's fatal accident as a promise to his younger sister) but also as the nerves had taken over him , emotions ready to burst out of him and he's trying his best to not act a fool not just for his sake but for his sister's whose name has just been called out.

No.5 leaps out of his chair and lets out a massive cheer and his voice breaks as two tears rush from either eye so fast that they're off his chin before he can even wipe them as he uses his left sleeve to wipe his face dry just before his sister who looks a lot like the punk girl runs into his arms and he picks her up and spins around holding her tightly

She kisses him on the cheek and smiles whilst looking all coy at him..."what do you want?" Says no.5...."all of my friends are going for pizza so....."....."no chance we always have a Lucky's doughnut for celebrations you know that" ......."please"......"nope, it will only take five minutes....(Big pause as he looks at her doing puppy dog eyes)....then you can go with your friends....boom" .....his sister laughs...."you know how corny it is when you do that?"....."do what??......boom!!" Before she gets a chance to reply, they both laugh.

In the doughnut shop no.5' sister is being loud on her phone with her friends "no he isn't.... seriously??....I'll be there in five minutes......bro!!!..." ...."go on then....be good n keep your phone on......can I get two of those ones there please" he points at 2 ornately decorated donuts......

Just after the bell on the door dings as it closes everything goes way too quiet then he hears his sister screaming outside, he turns and drops the bag with his donuts in as he races outside seeing his sister getting dragged into a white van by a stocky guy in blue overalls and a white cap, the vans wheels spin off with the back doors closing shut as no.5 runs out.....he's trying to look at the licence plate but can't see it properly. "M or is that a W? RA50...." He grabs at a man walking "....did you see that van??...." He gets pushed away, he grabs another guy "what was the plate number...." The guy again pushes him away....


Present day and no.5 is in a basement with newspaper clippings, photos, question marks, code breakers and colour charts all over the walls with string going from A to B then C to D etc countless times in a web of mess stuck on with different colour pins. "The syndicate" scribbled in red ink at the top, No.5 sits slouched at a pc in front of a list of names, whilst he scratches the number 5 into the centre of his right wrist with a paperclip, the big ginger guy is looking at the wall, just as he touches it no.5 says "eh Lennie no touchy touchy" , the punk girl spinning on a chair giggles and the black woman sits silently sharpening her shoes in the corner.....a c.b radio next to him beeps (when doves cry by prince plays over the radio ..."red leader this is groundhog, we found him......he was one helluva son of bitch to catch....how did you...(The song stops and you hear a scream)...." Radio silence...... No.5 "groundhog come in.... groundhog....." Radio static.