The waiter walked through the kitchen and into the loading bay area where the employees’ restroom and lockers were situated. He quickly undressed, threw his waiter clothes into a locker and dressed in his street clothes. He emerged into the sunlight, where the white Toyota LandCruiser was purring in the sun. He opened the rear door and deliberately slowed his actions so as not to make a mistake—he sealed the water bottle with a wax and stainless steel lid, placed it in a military self-sealing hazardous materials bag, and then secured the bagged bottle in a bright yellow bio-chem-nuclear carry case with a seal that would hold firm at a thousand feet underwater. He wiped his hands and arms with a military-grade disinfectant wipe that army field hospital workers used to kill bacteria. He grabbed another of the wipes and cleaned his face.

He climbed into the front seat and the driver accelerated away from the resort.

‘Package sent?’ asked Templar.

Shrek smiled. ‘Delivered, accepted and stamped.’