London MI6 Offices
12 Noon
April 18th
“We have very little information at the moment regarding the intentions of the possible terrorists and their intended targets. Needless to say we are very concerned about the number of deaths related to their entry into the country. I cannot at this time say how many of them there are nor obviously give any more information about those we are aware of. We have three that we know about and pictures have been released to the press. We warn member of the public, if they see these men, to keep well clear and contact the police. The men are armed and dangerous. Our sympathy goes out to the families of those who have been so callously murdered and rest assured we will bring these men to justice. That’s all.” Tarquin Robinson, home office minister ended his press statement.
Sternway switched off the small portable television in his office after watching Robinson and turned to the two men in front of him. He leaned elbows on his desk and put his two neatly manicured hands together in what looked like prayer, resting his nose on the steeple of finger tips, his eyes clearly focused on the gap between the two standing men.
“You bloody well chose them and they’re committing mass murder out there. There are dead police, dead civilians and one dead DIC operative, not to mention thefts of cars, money and shoplifting; oh and one dead police dog.”
“We weren’t to know it was going to go this way.” Joe said quietly
“No. They do seem keen. You don’t think we’ve offered too much?” Sternway asked.
“No men like these come at a price and when the first or last man so to speak, if it comes to that, hears the details of the job they’ll expect a lot.”
“I’m going to have a hard time making good this damage if it comes to light.”
“Only DIC could possibly get any evidence and we’ll make sure they don’t.” Joe said firmly.
“Good point. No more talk over phones, in fact no more talk within possible range of any kind of radio mike and have a team sweep my house and our office section for bugs.” Sternway looked at each man in turn. “This had better work. As for that maniac Cobb I’d rather he didn’t make it. His capture or death will at least satisfy DIC and the public. He’s near London, so he may get to the contact point first. Have the contact set him up in a hotel and then when that’s done let the police know where he is. That’s all, you can go.” Sternway turned to the window and his men left the room. The extermination or E order had been given on Cobb
London
Home Office
1 p.m.
April 18th
“Yes Prime Minister. We are making progress. DIC do seem to be a step behind though as far as I can tell. I’ll keep you posted. I’ll prepare to make statement.”
Robinson put the phone down and reached into the inside pocket of his tailored suit. His permanent secretary often joked that Robinson’s tailor charged overtime rates for the making of the suits.
Robinson pulled out the Bic ‘disposable’ cell phone and rang the only number in the memory.
“Hello sir.” Before Robinson could speak the voice said sharply, “No names please.”
“Hello. I’m extremely unhappy at the way things are turning out.”
“I was sure you would be hence the item you are at this moment holding and the current conversation. As far as I’m concerned it’s going well.”
“The publicity is appalling and the… top man has just spoken to me and he’s unhappy.”
“Is he unhappy with you?”
“Not any more I pointed out who he ought to be unhappy with.”
“Good then the purpose is being served.”
“There are a good too many… Bodies…”
“Collateral damage as our friends across the Atlantic have so beautifully named it. In my business that’s usual.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to stop now?”
“Such a waste if we do and ultimately it’ll give more power to those who desire it and an end to such an inconvenience.”
“I’m still unsure.”
“Think of it as you being the manager of the winning team. We are a team aren’t we sir?”
Robinson sighed and thought hard. It was an outcome he’d be pleased about, it was the process that was bothering him.
“Yes.”
“Hang on to the item, but dispose of it if it becomes necessary. Feel free to chat again, though not too frequently.”
“I will.”
The lined went dead.
At his end Sternway looked at the orange Bic disposable cell phone and his mouth twisted in distaste. They all had a lot to gain with this. He felt sure that his plan would work. The old boy ought to have more guts. Sternway suddenly laughed, one of his rare laughs, very rare, but the unintended pun really tickled him.
Back in his office Robinson put the orange coloured Bic cell phone back in his inside pocket. He remembered Cole. He suddenly felt like a rabbit that had fallen into a snake pit.