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The meeting place is on the outskirts of London. It's a stalled building project on a patch of deserted land. Black wooden hoardings with CGI impressions of a factory. The name of the developer, Taylor Williams, is written in fancy gold type on the boards.
And little white signs dotted around saying: Property of VX Holdings. Trespassers Will Be Prosecuted.
I get out of the truck and find the chain around the gates isn't locked. I guess they'll just have to prosecute me, 'cause I open the gates and steer the truck onto the site. The ground is a mix of soil, stone and building sand. The truck wheels splash through big, horrible puddles of milky-brown water. I follow a track made by digger wheels. We bump and trundle past square pits dug deep in the ground. Some with giant foundation pi
