Conor Murphy surveyed the plans and scratched his head. He just couldn’t see how they would do it. He had accepted what he had thought was a simple job. $1 million to snatch a couple of kids. The client didn’t care what happened to them, he just wanted them out of the way on the 12 ^ th August. What he did to them after that, was up to him. Ransom them and give them back, ransom them and kill them, whatever Conor wanted was fine, as long as, on the 11 ^ th August they were in Conor’s custody. He couldn’t believe it. Somebody was bankrolling him to kidnap the children of the third richest man in the world and he could keep whatever ransom payment he could get.
Conor checked his watch. He had less than 36 hours to go. Two weeks earlier, he thought he’d have plenty of time. However, he had since seen the security system which protected the Kennedy Estate. It was unbelievable. They had every conceivable device and many he was not aware even existed. Donald Kennedy was obviously a very paranoid man.
Conor and his eight man crew had committed just about every crime imaginable. They had been the IRA’s top team before the peace agreement. They were extremely violent and highly respected terrorists. But all that had now passed and they were struggling to adapt to peace time. When Conor had called them to gauge their interest in the job, they had jumped at the chance. The prospect of getting rich beyond their wildest dreams certainly didn’t hinder their decision.
The previous two weeks had been spent planning how to snatch the kids and this had not gone well. Their preferred option of sneaking in and stealing the children during the night was quickly ruled out. On seeing the estate for the first time, they knew they had a problem. Eight foot walls were topped with razor wire and sensors were everywhere. The surveillance cameras which covered every inch of wall were not like any they had seen before. They had the usual infrared bulbs either side but a strange spherical device hung underneath. Ryan was their technical whiz and after a few days of searching had finally discovered that this device was a scanner which detected body heat, movement and smell. Ryan had managed to get a copy of the system’s specifications which detailed its capabilities. It was designed to detect any foreign object in the vicinity, scan its body mass and dimensions, including facial structure and body odour. Anything outwith its programmed parameters would trigger an alarm. Ryan explained in plain English that unless their physical details were programmed into the system, they would trip the alarm as the scanners were everywhere. Only wildlife and specific individuals would be accepted into the grounds. The system could even differentiate between the male and female of a species. He also explained that the system had not gone beyond the experimental phase because the project had been scrapped. Conor perked up at the thought of some design fault but was disappointed to learn that the system had only been scrapped because it was not economically viable. It was so perfect, nobody could have afforded it. They realised that ‘sneak and grab’ was definitely not an option.
Another possibility was to ram the front gate and make a run for the house in a fast car, grab the kids by force and escape to a safe house. They had had to watch the gates for two days before being able to confirm the viability of that plan. It was ruled out. The gates revealed two issues. Firstly, there were in fact two sets of gates. A small area behind the main gates revealed another gate which was closed. Any vehicle entering the premises had to wait for the first gate to close before the second gate would open. The second issue was the gates themselves. They were more like vault doors than gates, even a bulldozer would not get through them.
The next option was ruled out even more quickly — the use of a helicopter to infiltrate the grounds. The estate was close to the UK’s nuclear warhead storage facility and was a strictly enforced no-fly-zone. The Kennedys’ helicopters were the only civilian aircraft permitted to fly within the area. Any other aircraft would immediately be challenged and shot down if it did not comply with instructions to leave the area. Following recent terrorist events, the UK had enforced a strict ‘shoot first, ask questions later’ policy when national security was at risk. None of Conor’s team were suicidal.
That left them with one final option, infiltration from the Loch. The Estate stood on the edge of Loch Lomond and had over 2 miles of shoreline. However, no boat could get closer than 200 yards from the shoreline due to thick wire netting protruding above the water-line barring access. The only entry and exit point for boats was via a similar system to the one operated at the main gates, a primary and secondary gate. The water was also littered with sensors and the shoreline was covered by as many cameras. So that option was also ruled out. This job was looking impossible. Conor was beginning worry, seriously worry.
He stared at the buildings just behind the shoreline. That was the only place from which the whole estate could be seen. The driveway from the main gate was over three miles long and the houses could not be seen from any point along the wall. He zoomed in on the main house and wondered what would happen if they just went for it. The pay day could be huge. If a man could spend the money Donald had on security, how much would he pay to save the lives of his kids?
It suddenly came to him, there was one thing missing from the estate. How could he not have noticed it? He scanned the buildings again, the Main House, the Lodge House, the Guest House and the gymnasium. He couldn’t believe it. He even checked the helipad, nothing.
“Guys?” he began to sound positive again.
“Yeah,” they answered. Kevin and Ryan had accompanied him on the boat trip.
“Have you noticed anything missing?”
“Don’t think so. That place is tighter than Fort Knox,” replied Kevin.
“Maybe and maybe not. Fort Knox has one very important feature this place doesn’t have.”
“What?” asked Ryan.
“Guards with guns. Or any guards for that matter,” he said triumphantly.
They both grabbed their binoculars and scanned the grounds. Conor was right. During their surveillance of the estate they had not spotted a single guard. They had been so caught up in the incredible security system that they had failed to notice the lack of the most obvious. It couldn’t be that simple they thought. OK, the alarms would go off but the alarms were only as good as the police who responded to them. A couple of country coppers were no match for them.
“Let’s get back. We’ve got a raid to plan,” said Conor as he continued to scan the grounds for guards.
Kevin spun his seat back round and threw the throttle to full power. The boat powered away and would soon have them back to camp.