FOUND

Baghdad. July. 2003

My name is Harry Smith and I'm part of the UK Secret Intelligence Service. I've been sent to Iraq as part of the hunt for Weapons of Mass Destruction - you know, the ones we told the UN were there but weren't? That's them. The weapons might not be here, but there are still plenty of scientists capable of building these awful things.

My job is to find a dozen of the best - or worst if you like - and offer them a way out that doesn't include terrorism or the Axis of Evil.

Despite this being what might be considered an important job, I'm alone and off the books, without backup or support.

These eggheads don't want to be found and, just to make it even harder, I'm barely one step ahead of a CIA hit-squad intent on erasing them permanently. All this while surrounded by unexploded ordnance, IEDs, insurgents, political mayhem, and angry locals.

Easy.

Right?