CVI

The Wicker Van Part 3

Sergeant Dowie walked around the empty corridors of CVI HQ. He Looked at certificates on the wall that dated back from the noughties.

The sea plane touched down on the clear waters just off CVI island. The sun shone briefly, and then it became cloudy.

There is an organisation called the FTA, and they have come up with something called the “van excellence” scheme.

Capturing Pablo Escobar in a Columbian town or arresting El Chapo at the Mexican Border…that has been the war on drugs. Until now…

Me and the Canteen Manager walked towards the JNR’s office. There was an eerie silence throughout the CVI HQ.

I arrived back at CVI headquarters. It was now 2019, and as the boss of CVI I was determined to make this the year of cheap van insurance.

I walked up to the CVI main entrance and busted through the front door. “Here’s Johnny,” I announced.

Below is a synopsis for a 30 second TV ad for CVI. Maybe try it on YouTube ads first, and then roll out to Prime Time on the box.

I watched as the White Van Man was restrained by 5 French police officers as commanded by the inspector.

We arrived in Dundee and the Limo driver dropped me off in at The Hilton. “I will pick you up at 8am tomorrow,” he said.