Time Machine Prologue: The Return of Souness

I'm Souness.  I'm a soldier.  I've spent too long idling on half pay, waxing my moustache and drinking brandy with Donald Findlay as he tells me there's a time and place for everything.  A few weeks ago he let me go out to play.

 

The exhaust boomed and the back wheels spat gravel as I pointed the nose of my Bentley towards the country where an enemy drove slowly towards me.  The target was a low-level paper gatherer for the SFA.  Findlay thought otherwise and counted on maximum embarrassment for that Rangers hating cabal once it transpired their tea boy was really running things.  Once it transpired their tea boy was a Celtic fanatic employed by that club and seconded to the SFA to cause as much damage as possible to the Rangers.

 

The Bentley gunned down the M80, the wheel soft in my hands, Walther PPK cold and hard on my chest.  At last I saw the target but too late, another car rear ended it and sent it spinning.  I shut down the Bentley and got out.  I arrived at the paper-gatherer's vehicle and he was in agony.  His lap was wet.  His passenger had something in her mouth.  It belonged to the paper-gatherer.

'It'll take a while for that to grow back son, pity your secretary swallows, eh?' I mocked and got back in the Bentley.  It's engine hummed, coughed and I went home.

 

On the way I chanced upon Spiers and Lawwell.  I followed them to Hampden.  Silently stalked them into the corridors of power.  I watched them walk into a room with a curious blue glow emanating from it.  I stood rigid by the door and glanced in and knew immediately I had to roll into that room and join them.