HOW TO BE TOPPS—THE WORLD OF ZTT
There is a row of buildings in Notting Hill, a few blocks from the Portobello Road Gents. It consists, starting with the South End, of a large whitestone that appears fairly new in contrast with the brownstones surrounding it, occupied by a few lower income families living in decrepid terraced properties or operating small ground level business premises. Sarn Studios, one time tailor’s shop occupies the street level space in the middle of the white building. The ground and first floor are occupied by the exclusive ‘Keyhole’ Club where patrons don masks of secrecy to preserve their identity. On the second floor there is a sedate suite of offices that serve the studio owners with expensive coffee machines and executive toys. All these buildings are owned by affiliated members of the ‘Keyhole’ Club.
Behind the outer, crumbling skin of the old building there are steel corridors, painted blue, containing brisk, alert young people as well as highly complex masses of modern machinery for business and communications.
This is the heart and brain of the organisation known as Z.T.T. (the initials themselves standing for something secret). Its work crosses national boundaries so that a mountain top telegram from the Himalayas fails to raise any eyebrows.
The range of duties tackled by Z.T.T. is immense and catholic. There will usually be the smell of something international in the wind, although Z.T.T. will often find itself called into local situations.
Anything affecting large masses of people or what might set up a general reaction across several continents is the work of Z.T.T.
Whatever the situation, certain we are that from his office on the second floor a slight, quiet spoken, dark haired man will set a trap to ensure that all hell lets loose. He will not hesitate to set himself up against seemingly impossible odds. If an agent is lost his one concern is to replace the casualty and salvage the operation.
That man is Paul Morley, lore enforcement agent for Z.T.T.Continue »