You - Have Requested : Intelligence.uk.2020.s01e0...

Jerry Bernstein, a former NSA agent now "consulting" for the UK's Government Communications Headquarters (GCHQ), watched the screen with a mixture of boredom and entitlement. He wasn't supposed to be downloading sitcoms on a secure server, but he’d convinced his bumbling sidekick, Joseph, that it was a "stress-test for the firewall."

Suddenly, the green bar turned a violent crimson. The text flickered and changed.

"I didn't click anything! I was just admiring the font!" Joseph squeaked, his hands flying to his cheeks. "Wait... Cyclops? That’s the code name for the Prime Minister’s private digital diary! Jerry, are you stealing the PM's secrets?" You have requested : Intelligence.UK.2020.S01E0...

"I was trying to watch a show about ourselves!" Jerry yelled, frantically hitting the 'Escape' key. "Why would the PM's diary be hidden inside a pirated copy of a 2020 sitcom?"

The loading bar on the dark web portal pulsed a rhythmic, sickly green. Jerry Bernstein, a former NSA agent now "consulting"

"Is it supposed to stop at the '0', Jerry?" Joseph asked, leaning so close to the monitor that his glasses fogged the screen. "Is it an '01' or an '02'? The suspense is quite literally more than I can bear."

The lights in the GCHQ office flickered. Around them, dozens of servers began to hum a high-pitched, metallic drone. Jerry’s bravado evaporated. "Uh, Joseph? What did you click?" "I didn't click anything

"It’s an '01', Joseph. The pilot," Jerry snapped, adjusting his power tie. "I need to see how the British portray us. If the American lead isn’t handsome and misunderstood, I’m filing a formal complaint with the embassy."