Our burnt out operative is called Alec Lemus and an unglamourous alcove of British intelligence wants him for a mission. In order to be convincing he must sink low down in British society. A violent drunk sacked from employment and sent to the benefits office in search of a new job. This scruff is useless and on the scrap heap. This is just prep work. He drinks and attacks a store owner. Its still prep work. He befriends a librarian who is an idealistic young girl. Its just prep work. He is sent to prison for assault. Its all prep work.
Then from the shadows of the under world he hopes to lure communist field agents who come posing as social carers. Then the mission can really begin.
Set in 1964 during Britain's struggle with the communist bloc nations. This is no James Bond stuff. Its low down, seedy and dirty. Our hero is a burnt out field agent and his betters seem to operate out of seedy little office apartments in Oxford Circus. He knows the game he thinks he's seen it all. Or has he?
Brilliant! Absolutely Brilliant!