It’s nearly midnight on a Monday, but outside one of south London’s best-loved nightclubs, a queue is only just beginning to form. A stream of tipsy youngsters spills into the freshers’ glow rave at the Ministry of Sound, disappearing into the iconic venue in a cloud of vape smoke and dizzying excitement.
Sat nearby, three people in puffer jackets are quietly observing their every move. They’re on the lookout for anyone whose behaviour doesn’t quite fit this scene – a partygoer who seems a little too preoccupied with the security around, or a man who makes a beeline to a lone woman.
