Helicopters clattered by overhead. Police and 'special' agents, in marked and unmarked cars roared around the streets. Helicopters, cars, police and agents, searching. Agents Vossey Skulker and Dymphna Mullett, a dedicated special investigative team, from (officially denied) Department Z, stood outside Buchanan Street Bus Station.

"I'm sure of it, Mullett! And the reports of the sightings confirm it. There was something tangible associated with these phenomena. An object. We're here to find it. I'm going to pull out all the stops on this one!" Agent Skulker pulled out a small mobile phone, shaped like a Star Trek communicator and started barking orders into it.

Agent Mullett looked thoughtful. "I hope your right this time, Agent Skulker. It was your `enthusiasm' in the pursuit of the `Embankment Sewer Ghoul' that got us posted up here!"

"How was I to know that rats could grow that big in the centre of London, Agent Mullett? I feel sure we're on to something very big this time. The report on the secret, defence experiments at the University was quite suggestive. The information from my informant, 'Big Mouth,' was quite specific about the need for exta surveillance during the 'power-up' tests. It certainly seems to have paid off tonight. We're on to something big this time, Mullett. No more Haggis and chips, `suppers' and cans of lukewarm Irn Bru, in the car during stake outs, for us, Mullett. No more being polite to the `sweaties.' I know it. I can feel it in my bones!" His eyes seemed to burn with an unnatural excitement.

"Good grief!" Thought Agent Mullett, who recognised that look. "I hope your right, this time, Vossey, I really do. We could find ourselves posted to Belfast, or Wolverhampton, at this rate." In the pocket of her skirt her pager vibrated, silently. She pulled it out and read the SMS message on its small screen.

"We are on to something out of the ordinary, this time Agent Skulker." She said, "There are reports coming in of a fall of fish in the area of the Central Railway Station and Sauchihall Street."

"A 'Fortean Event,' Mullett?" He rubbed his hands together enthusiastically. His eyes shone. "What sort of fish?"

"Is it important?" She looked at him.

"It might well be, you're a scientist, you know how important a single datum could be when slotted into the bigger picture."

She replayed the message, "They were mostly small mackrel, and a few whiting. Three small jellyfish, but that's unconfirmed."

He ran his fingers through his hair. "Seafish of the inshore waters. Hmm. Interesting." He opened the driver's door and climbed in. "Come on! We've got to get down to the City Center. Get on the blower. I want all search activity concentrated in that area!"

"Good grief!" Thought Agent Mullett. "Here we go again!"