Today I have the honour of bringing to you a guest post by TheInfoPreneur. I only recently discovered this chap. His site is a hive of activity and as his name suggests, is loaded with tips, tricks and juicy information. What has struck me most about him is his desire to help and inform. Seriously, check this dude out! He's also ex-military and it is with pleasure I bring you part one of his second novel, No Way Back.

1404hrs and this was the last time I would ever be in Hanover airport waiting for my brush contact. I hated leaving Jenny and the kids behind, I swore to myself that as soon as this job was over I would make a fresh start with her and buy that farm we had been talking about for the past 18 months.

The company always used Terminal 2 for some reason and just as I was thinking how stupid that was from a operational security point of view, the obvious Government suit was walking towards me staring at my face, whilst trying to appear like he was relaxed and not looking at me, ''Jesus, these kids get younger every year.''

The brush contact isn't like a Hollywood blockbuster film, it's often very awkward, sometimes really overt, but in most cases the person giving you the envelope in exchange for yours is always mega nervous and usually fucks something up one way or another, this one was no exception.

The Government suit was now about 2 feet away from me when he made an obvious grab for my envelope which I was holding in my left hand down by my thigh, he was approaching way too fast and almost snatched the envelope out of my hand and in the same motion forced his envelope into mine ''Fucking prick, piss off'' in the loudest whisper I had ever muttered. The suit's face, which still had signs of severe teenage acne went red with embarrassment, it was clearly his first time in an operational environment, but his first time could have blown me before I got anyway near the target.

I remained standing in front of the arrivals boards for a few more minutes, if we were being watched hopefully they would be more pre-occupied with the suit who was clearly government rather than the semi-homeless bum who looked like he had given up on life. In fact I was waiting for the mass of people arriving on the Jakarta flight which I estimated would be another 10 minutes, the sudden influx of people would give me enough cover to get to the 'clean' car somewhere near by.

Right on time a sea of people burst through the doors and start embracing their loved ones, it was at that point I started making my way out of the Airport, two corners to go to the exit but I knew no foreign surveillance would be with me in the airport, if I was being watched it would be done by the cameras and that was the problem, they knew I was here.

Airport security is broken into two parts, overt (big cameras you can see which way they point etc, guards, checkpoints and police with guns) and the one I was concerned with covert security (black ball dome cameras and plain clothed officers, who by nature are extremely easy to spot). On approach to the exit, no guards and all the cameras where all pointing away from me, in fact no one official was anyway near the exit, almost as if they had been moved to give me a free ride out making me think I was clean.

Time to dry clean, as I exit I don't bother looking around myself, no point making these guys know I'm onto them, just act normal and they will fuck up before I do, about 400m walk towards the multi-story car park and I use a pedestrian crossing to get to the southern side of the car park, I look back on my route as I wait for the lights to change in my favour, two figures in the distance suddenly take cover in two shops, this was my first clue.

Across the road and into the car park and the ticket machine was perfectly placed, facing back onto my route in front of clear glass, I turn quickly and face the machine looking back onto my route, the figure on the western side of the road again took cover in a shop, the figure who I could now see was a male wearing a dark coat and blue jeans couldn't take any cover and was forced to keep walking, he couldn't see me but I could see his lips moving, a male talking to himself now looking over towards the car park with no intention of walking towards it, classic foreign surveillance.

''How the fuck did they pick me up so quickly? Do they know about the hit?'' I had to shake this tail and quickly, I had to do something I knew I would regret, I had to call Chris.