A News Blackout

Its been a while since I last used this blog and that’s because there has been a news blackout on the case. I know that’s not stopped me before, but this time it was serious. Not just the force are involved now, but the whole intelligence/military establishment are on the scene now.

Just over a week ago, the scientists at Culham were running the last tests in their large tokamak before firing it up again when Jones appeared again. You can just see him in the photograph attached. A day later and the inside of this machine would have been a plasma ring at 40-50 million degrees Celsius! He’s getting very faint to say the least.

Culham alerted us to his ‘appearance’, but then one of the security guards mentioned that he had also recently seen Jones’s ghost like image over in the commercial sector of the site. He led us over to a large Nissan hut that bore the company’s name of Ouroboros Enterprises. A check with Companies House revealed that Jones was the only registered director and a search warrant was quickly obtained.

Once inside it first appeared to be a lock up for a large horsebox, (see photo) which sat fair and square in the middle, then we noticed various bits of apparatus lying around. But what raised our suspicions more was the very large power cable that was plugged into the side of the vehicle. Don’t know how he could have obtained that connection but I was told that it could take enough juice to power a small town. The tokamak has a bigger direct feed from Didcot so Jones must have tapped into it.

But all hell let loose when we went inside the vehicle. It was just like a lab, with a large box, not unlike Dr Who’s Tardis, suspended, yes suspended, in the middle where the horses would normally have been housed. It was then that Culhams’ Director who had been accompanied by a man from the ministry stopped the search. Within minutes, military police stationed at Benson had helicoptered in and secured the area, and within the hour, two more helicopters had arrived from god knows where, full of officials.

At a meeting convened the next day, we were told in no uncertain terms that the building and its contents were being impounded in the national interest, and that we, the police, would only be involved, if and when necessary.

Friday I was called to the site again to see that it was secured by a ring of fencing with a full guard of MP’s protecting it. The security guard who had led us to the building came over to me and had said that they had been running tests on the horse box all week and the rumour on the site was that Jones had been looking into teleportation.

I said it earlier didn’t I; we are into the realms of science fiction!

Ouroboros, I later found out was the name of one of Jones’s most successful horses, now in stud and making pots of money, lucky blighter. And Ouroboros! an ancient alchemy symbol depicting a snake swallowing its own tail, constantly recreating itself. There must be something in all these links, what do you think?