White Oaks is an estate somewhere along the jagged Cornish coast line. White Oaks has long past its heyday... On the floor, in the corner of the library, staring blindly at the ceiling is an old man, his cheek and neck riddled with bullets. Across the room is a young man, mortally wounded. Ten feet away from him is a safe, and against the safe door is a home-made chemical bomb with its fuse sizzling, like a giant firecracker about to explode...