Buckinghamshire Bisons: A Club of Crime, Conspiracy and Dishonesty

Question Time

On one side of the table was DS Rutnkick accompanied by DI Giles; on the other side, was myself. To my left and their right, stood a single tape recorder, risen 4 or so foot into the air and emitting a soft red light next to a pale coloured 'recording' sign. The table was black. Not wooden, it appeared metal with a plastic coating. Very simplistic. The walls appeared temporary and lay across one was a silver lined bar reaching across the room.

Both the officers and I knew that that would not be necessary today: it was a distress alarm, requesting back up. On the other side of the recorder, there was a large hole in the wall occupied by a blacked out window, where I knew there'd be a couple of members of SOCA - Serious Organised Crime Agency - sat, analysing every muscle movement I made. With them, though, was - I assumed - Scott. aka Det. Constable Ridgeway. He was the one individual that could save my life. My career. My baby.

I couldn't see him. I could see, however, the two men sat in front of me. Rutnick was earing a simplistic dark grey suit with a pure yellow tie. He had a very slim build and must have been 5"6 at most. His partner, though, was much larger. He had light blonde hair but a pair of thin, brown eyes that did not want to be reckoned with. He was the one who broke the silence.

'We know what you've done, Adam. And we've got everything we need to prove it.'

Uh oh...

Inbau, Reid and Buckley

Shit. Straight in with step 1: make the suspect believe that you've got a water tight case already. You have no need fro the assailant to comply. This evidence might be real, fake or blown out of proportion, anything that would intimidate a suspect. He was using Reid's 9-step interrogation process. Almost impossible to defend against, it was exiled from the CIA policy and conditions after it was found to draw confessions out of innocent people. And I was by no means innocent. And there was virtually no way I was going to get away with it.

I glanced up to Scott, in the viewing room, as Rutnkick continued with phase 1 of the assault. 'You might as well just admit it, Adam; put your hands up buddy. There's nothing else we need to prove your guilt. We might as well charge you now.'

'Then why haven't you?' I replied, keeping my face emotionless and body language in check.

'Because, Mr.Woodage, we're willing to give you a chance. If you admit it now, we can have a word with the CPS, and maybe they'll tread lightly on you.'


Now, when was the time to let him know that I knew what he was on about. That I knew the Reid, Inbau and Buckley strategy like the back of my hand. I figured I should wait a bit. Give him the feeling that he is in control, and then hopefully I can derail him, give the knockout blow when the time is right. Let's just hope the interrogation doesn't derail me first.

'For the benefit of the tape, this is Exhibit XV1. A photo exploiting Mr. Woodage, the suspect, shaking the hand of known regional leader of MISA, Jose Martono. Can you please confirm that this is you, Mr. Woodage?' Continued Rutnkick sliding the photo across the table, enclosed in a sealed see-through case.

'Yes, of course it is me. In case you weren't aware, Jose is one of the owners of the football club I manage, Bucks Bisons. So, as you do, we were meeting to discuss the current success of the club. You've got nothing on me.' I replied, smiling smugly and relaxing my shoulder bones.

'Oh Adam, I don't blame you.' Here we go. This was the start of phase 2. Sympathise with the victim. Make them feel that their actions were acceptable under the circumstances, build up a story. 'You must have been approached whilst at Oxford; you weren't doing too well at the time. Lenegan was getting on your back, Danny Rose had gone missing, the club's finances were in free-fall.'


Excellent. He didn't know a thing. He was yet to even make a connection between the disappearance of Danny and the case at hand. That means he doesn't have a mole in MISA. This information must have come from someone within the club, someone who has nothing to do with Rose. Who, though? That was a question that could wait. I sat forward now, inviting him on. I knew exactly what was coming.

'So when the offer first came through, you were delighted. Absolutely ecstatic. You couldn't shake Gareth's hand quick enough. But then you got into the club. Found out about the infrastructure. You wanted to turn away but it was too attractive; you thought you should give it a shot. Who wouldn't? They've basically set you up with a free flow of cash and the best training facilities in the country.'

Contemplating my options, I worked out a temporary strategy:
'You're doing well so far. Keep it up. The infrastructure though, is very strong. I'm not sure what you were on about, but any club who can achieve £100,000's of investment and sponsorship whilst in Skrill South is, quite frankly, pretty impressive. I think the infrastructure's pretty damn good, actually'. Deliberate misinterpretations. A good old favourite of mine. You lead the interview, come across as totally innocent and can also very much work up the lead detective.

That same second, there was knock on the door. The woman beckoned DI Giles to follow her outside, where they deliberated heatedly. Left in the room was Rutnkick and myself. Scarcely making eye contact, yet always aware of the other's body language.

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tallery: Cheers

Family

It's true what they say . You only miss those you love when they're gone, I thought, as I brought my knees up to my chest inside the small 3m x 3m cell that was currently housing me. It appeared to get smaller and smaller each time I looked around; closing in on me, not dissimilar from my life right now.

The rest of the interview, however, had gone well. I'd cut off Rutnkick on Step 7, and he'd got even more agitated. They clearly weren't getting anywhere, and that's where Scott stepped in. He had enough leverage now to end the interview, sending me back to my cell, hopefully not for too much longer. I knew he was doing everything he could to help, running down the hours, the minutes until I had to be charged or released and, at this rate, I was heading for freedom.


I wondered what Giles and his counterpart were doing right now: Where were they digging? Had they spoken to anyone at the club? Were Gareth and the rest of the team alright? I'd assumed up until now that they didn't have enough on the other guys. What if I was wrong? What if they were giving up each and every of my last details whilst I sat here, in this emotionless cell, questioning my trust in them?

No. Of course not. These guys are professional. Meticulous. Most importantly, they would never help the law. That's just the way they are. Good. For me. They've potentially saved my life. And that's if they'd been caught, anyway. And these people are cautious. I'm surprised the police had found as much as they did on me in all honesty.

The one thing that had been bugging me, though, was how they'd been led on to me. It couldn't have been Rose, surely, my Dutch counterparts had said he'd made no contact with the outside world yet. He'd been playing quite well, as well, he added. So nothing really to overly distress him. Apart from the fact he wouldn't see his family for a while. That was for his own good, though.


We couldn't have been overheard when talking about the training ground project . The doors were all locked and sound-proofed, security men at each door and spaced out inside a 5 metre perimeter and the room was debugged just 30 minutes before the meeting started. They must have found some way, though. They knew what they were doing. It's not the sort of thing you find out by accident. Which probably meant that SOCA had approached them previously. Shit. We have a job on our hands here, and no idea who to trust.

Players:

Bucks Biosns: Nathan Eccleston - 3rd Player of the Month
Bucks Bisons: Callum Gittings - 2nd Player of the Month
Bucks Bisons: Tom Hopper - Player of the Month

Management:

Gosport Alex Pike - 3rd Manager of the Month
Sutton Utd: Paul Doswell - 2nd Manager of the Month
Bucks Bions: Adam Woodage - Manager of the Month

Despite Adam Woodage being under arrest, his team smashed the awards for this month taking 1st, 2nd and 3rd. The Manager's award was issued to Ray Mathias, Woodage's assistant at Bucks Bisons, but he declined the award, saying that it should still go to Woodage. Apparently, the big Bisons' wins this month have come as a result of a newly implemented tactic.

On The Right Tracks

The next 30 hours or so passed very, very slowly. Scott had been unable to update me on any progress - or the lack of it - other than on a couple of occasions, where he gave a smile and a quick thumbs up. It was shallow, though. Almost as much that he wanted me to remain calm and objective as that they were no where near catching me.

So, the relief that rippled through my body when DI Giles reluctantly escorted me to the front entrance was one of the most satisfying feelings I have ever felt in my life. As we approached the foyer, though, Giles mentioned something that sent off alarm bells in my head: 'We're all over you, Woodage. We'll find something soon, and when we do, I'm not going to give you a chance to phone a lawyer, let alone refuse one.'


I don't know. Maybe it was the manner in which it came across. The fact that he hadn't bothered even toning down his voice. Almost as if he wanted to be heard. I had a hunch I was being bugged. A gut instinct. You know, that feeling you get when you know you're being watched, someone following your every move.

Ok, ok. I'm kidding. Scott told me about the bug just before I was released. Hilarious, aren't I? Anyway, I was out now. And it was time to go home and speak to Lauren. Damn had I missed her. And the team. Nathan. Neil. Tom. I was even starting to miss Jose, and I barely knew him... that's the sort of effect incarceration has on you.

Step 1, though, was too get rid of this fucking bug. I couldn't do it at the station, of course. But then again, there'd be nothing unusual about me taking a trip home. In fact, it'd be remarkably strange if I didn't. The tracker was GPS only, so I didn't have to worry about what I said or my blood pressure or anything stupid like that, but I did have to create a decoy. For the plan to be foiled this quickly implied some kind of outside involvement; they were right, after all, but it was my job to put them on a different track.

This is interesting. Some great updates.

Today, on Sky Sports, we feature Bucks Bisons: a new team that have torn apart Skrill South and will be looking to continue their form for weeks and months to come. The club were brought together by club president Gareth Pack in addition to a few background consortium position members who have chosen to remain anonymous. Since then, the Bisons have signed an abundance of different players from different situations and attempted to mould them together to play a fluid, attacking style of play.

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Goof results though, with lots of goals!

There is one at the end... it keeps playing up though, cheers for the heads up! And I know, really could do with getting out of this league quickly...

King of Counter-Attack, Meet King of Counter-Surveilance

Sorry I haven't got in touch since. It's been a massive week. I've been scrutinised by MISA: fairly, they wanted to know that I hadn't jeopardised their position. We also recorded our first loss of the season. And what a loss. 4-0 to an average at best Hayes and Yeading side. I didn't really know what to say to the boys afterwards.. I just needed them to get it out of their system.

So, we sat their in near silence. Well, I say near silence. I mean, I was talking to them, but I think everyone in the stadium expected me to collapse the walls, on a raving, ranting rampage. That wasn't going to be the case. They boys needed to forget what had happened and move on, as soon as possible. The best way to do that was to pretend nothing had happened in the first place.

That was that story, anyway. We came back to win the next couple of games, so not too much pride lost. Other than that, I think SSN covered up the whole thing pretty briefly, this has happened since then, though. I had a good christmas, and new year. Ok. When I say good... I mean, as good as it can get when you know you're having your every move watched. Which leads me nicely on to, or back to, the day I was released.


I took a trip home, got cleaned up, changed my clothes and made myself a salad. Ah. The joys of football management. I knew, though, that there was one pressing issue. The bug. A small GPS transmitter, planted within the thick locks of my greying, brown hair. How did I know it was their? Take a guess. Scott told me so. In all honesty, that man is, truly, a God send.

Thinking about it, I realised I had three choices:

Shower it out, hoping that the police wouldn't realise that the GPS was following the drain pipe system, as well as constantly moving. That might buy me a few hours. Maybe then I could still say it was done accidently if it went to court, that I didn't know it was there.

I could leave it in, only making journeys that could be described as 'normal', at least until one of the MISA crew sorted it out. Too risky. Very risky. There was a massive chance that they were tailing me as well, then they'd be able to connect me, with MISA and with probable cause for compliance.

Finally, I could try and remove it myself, here and now. It may sound like a simple job, that I'm really hyping it up; it's not. Anyone who knows anything about this type of thing knows that when it goes wrong, it goes. It blows. Literally. If I pick it up the wrong way, push the wrong button, it'll explode. Not badly enough to kill me. But badly enough to leave a chunk of my scalp missing.

Impossible. I know. That's what I said at first too. It's not, though. As Jose told me a couple of days prior to my arrest. He saw it coming, of course, but I couldn't be concealed. That was basically my visual confession. So he just gave me a few tips. Like Reid, Inbau and Buckley, I should add.

Anyway, the last thing he said was about the bugs. They blowup on impact, vaporising into the air simultaneously, leaving no trace. This is because, technically speaking, they are not legally permitted to use these bugs on those that have been released without charge, a violation of human rights. A party came up with it a few terms ago and it's stuck ever since. They didn't have the same technology back then, the same principles still applied, though.

After a lot of deliberation between Cortex 1 and Cortex 2, I decided it were probably best to leave this sort of thing to the professionals, despite the risks. From then, we could create a fake diversion for important events, keep them running, occasionally plant it back on me... it could be weeks, months, years even before they realised; by then, it would be too late. Far, far too late.

Players:

Eastleigh Town: Ben Strevens - 3rd Player of the Month
Bucks Bisons: Callum Gittings - 2nd Player of the Month
Bucks Bisons: Tom Hopper - Player of the Month

Management:

Bucks Bions: Adam Woodage - 3rd Manager of the Month
Hayes & Yeading: Gary Lowe - 2nd Manager of the Month
Basingstoke Town: Jason Bristow Manager of the Month

A poor month for the Bucks Bisons, recording their first loss of the season and beating a 20 game unbeaten run. Some of the other performances, though, have been amazing: a real sense of enjoyment over the christmas festivities. A couple of additions may come during the January transfer window, but I wouldn't be surprised if Bucks were mainly taking players off the wage bill.

The FA Trophy Draw

The draw for the English FA Trophy Quarter Finals drew Buckinghamshire Bisons against Salisbury. Salisbury are a very strong side and this could put the Bisons into an interesting position. They are expected to win, but with that expectation comes pressure and, against a side like Salisbury, that might just be their Achilles heel.

The draw comes as a result of a strong Bisons victory over Hereford, who currently play in the Skrill Premier. Their clinical finishing and strong work ethic were the main factors behind a promising 4-1 victory.