The Bank Manager was scared, because a customer had actually
found him and because he was hanging over the edge of a tall building.
“I want my account back,” snarled Colin.
“They won’t let us.”“Who won’t?”
The Manager shut up, more scared of “them” than Colin.
Colin left him hanging. In the Manager’s office he found some “floppy” disks.
Back at Colin’s flat, there were some serious Goons around.
It had come to this; somehow, Colin always knew it would.
Two days later, in a hideaway
in the Orkneys, Colin fired up his Atari ST and inserted the disks.
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