GM   Deptford Docks,   London   August 31st, Near Midnight...   The sky was not as dark as a costumed nocturnal crime fighter would have likes. The stars, and moon, where out in force.    The summer heat was ablated somewhat but the Thames, swirling dark through London. The air was dry, and for many it would be a night of music and love.    But not for Osprey.    Smuggling in London was controlled by one man. The middleman. Who he was, nobody knew. Few even knew of his existence. B