Zero Hour (2010) ns-13

by Andy McNab

  At that moment I realized that if it wasn’t for Anna and the two girls, if Angeles was still alive, I’d just let him get on with it - and feel happy that it would be over and done with.

  Bradley looked at me, weapon still up. ‘What have you been doing, Nick? Starting a collection? This other young lady should still be in that building.’

  The barrel moved left to right. ‘Follow me.’

  He walked slowly backwards, barrel facing us, until he reached the door to the back room.

  ‘Both of you - inside.’

  Angeles was sitting by the opening to the shower, blood pouring from her nose. Her hands were red with the stuff. She’d been packing. Most of the gear was gone, but now the mugs lay on the carpet and tea bags from the box were strewn by her feet. She recognized Lily at once and started to beg Bradley in Russian. Tears rolled down her bloodstained cheeks. Was it a bluff? Had she gone straight into her native language so she didn’t give away she understood English? Or was she so shit scared she couldn’t force any English out?

  Bradley tried to appear calm, but I could tell he was flapping. The plan had probably been to enter the building, wait for me and Lily, and simply drop me. Now he was going to have to think on his feet, with another body to sort out.

  He looked behind me.

  ‘Lilian?’

  ‘Yes.’

  He immediately looked a lot more cheerful. ‘Then who on earth is this one, Nick?’

  ‘Just a whore. From the porn shop. She knows fuck-all.’ I moved sideways and leant against the wall. My arse was killing me. ‘Well, she knew fuck-all until you decided to come in here like Wyatt fucking Earp.’

  ‘Stand fucking still.’ Bradley was in command mode now he had Lily.

  ‘Why? What are you going to do if I don’t? You going to shoot me?’ I nodded at Angeles. ‘Look at the fucking mess you’ve made of her.’

  ‘Who else knows about you being here?’

  He moved the weapon up a couple of inches, as if that was going to make me flap. Fuck him.

  ‘You had anyone else here?’

  ‘Why the fuck should I tell you? You’re going to drop me anyway, aren’t you?’

  Angeles was quiet now, her eyes flicking between us. The weapon was still in his shoulder. I couldn’t see if the safety was on or off. It was on top of the weapon, just in front of the stock.

  I looked at his eyes. They were flickering. They weren’t cool and steady. Maybe it was OK killing men, but young girls …

  I knew the feeling.

  His finger was still curled inside the trigger-guard. I watched his eyes. Whether by action or default, he could still drop me. The end result would be the same. He blinked. Then again. He had the tools to do it, but had he the intent? Execution without reason or emotion is for psychos, and unfortunately for him, he wasn’t one. I knew; it was easy to tell. It was probably why I’d fallen for this whole stitch-up in the first place.

  ‘Bradley, you don’t have to do this. You do this, mate, you’re going to have nightmares for the rest of your life. It fucks you up for ever, believe me. You can’t sleep. Your head will fill with my face and hers every time you close your eyes. Don’t do it. We can sort something out. We can make it work for both of us …’

  He was weirding out. The fingers of his left hand started to jump about on the barrel like he was playing the trumpet. He adjusted his grip on the weapon and squeezed it more firmly, as if it was going to run away.

  ‘Once you do me, they’re going to do you - you understand that, don’t you? Someone will be coming for you. They won’t leave loose ends, mate. You’ve seen how they work. We’re all tools here. We’re all used and abused.’

  I had to get on with this shit one way or another. There was less than an hour to go. If we were still here at that point, we were all in the shit.

  I noticed beads of sweat forming on his forehead. I kept eye-to-eye. ‘Mate, you’ll be next. It’s what they do. I can help you make that not happen. I’ve been doing this shit for years. They don’t like people like you and me, mate. They—’

  A mug flew left to right and made contact with Bradley’s head. I dropped beneath his line of sight.

  ‘Fucking bitch!’

  Angeles hurled another mug-shaped missile and ran towards him in a frenzy. I focused on the barrel. I lunged and grabbed it with my left hand, moved it straight down towards the carpet, trying to keep the muzzle out of harm’s way. Angeles lashed out at him as he slumped to his knees. Arms windmilling, screaming like a banshee, she rained blows on his head, eyes closed, then leapt on him.

  They both fell, the barrel between them. The weapon kicked off, the lead shot peppering the wall beneath the sink and blowing a hole the size of a fist through Angeles’s tiny chest.

  I pulled the shotgun away from him as I dragged him free of her, then jumped on him. I wanted to keep him on the ground. I wanted him alive. I wanted to find out who, where and when.

  He kicked out like a madman. ‘Leave me alone! Leave me alone!’

  I shoved my left arm onto his chest, punched into his face and shouted down at him: ‘Stop, Bradley. For fuck’s sake, stop!’

  His face was red with fear or rage. He wouldn’t stop moving. ‘No! No!’

  I felt the gun barrel cold against the side of my head. It made contact with Bradley’s cheek. The loose flesh creased and folded around the muzzle.

  ‘No, Lily! No!’

  I jerked back, but felt the pressure wave of the blast against my face. A fine, liquid mist coated my skin, and I didn’t need a mirror to tell me what it was.

  There was a massive oval-shaped hole just below Bradley’s eye. Through it, I could see a patch of red and glossy carpet.

  She showed no emotion as she stared down at him. I got up and took the weapon off her. She looked at me. ‘He tried to kill you.’

  There was no time for waffle. We had to get out of there.

  I dropped the shotgun on the floor. I didn’t need it. And the rounds I hadn’t used for the IED were at the bottom of the bay.

  I pulled off Angeles’s trainers and handed them to Lily. Then I took the cash from the back pocket of her jeans. I couldn’t bear to look at her face.

  I had the notes in my hand when someone gave the front door a good pounding and a megaphone sparked up outside.

  24

  ‘Wait here!’

  Crouching low, I scuttled into the middle office and took up position at my Bradley-spotting vantage-point. I wasn’t about to stand there and wave. Blue lights flashed all over our bit of Noord 5; uniforms, police cars, guys taking cover behind ballistic shields. A four-man team with an enforcer were hammering away at the door.

  I ran back into the mailroom, grabbed my docs from behind the pigeonhole and climbed the ladder to the roof hatch.

  I wrestled with the bolts. She appeared at my feet.

  ‘Get up here, quick.’

  I jiggled the bolts up and down and tried to pull them back at the same time. The more I struggled, the less purchase I had with my sweat-covered fingers. I pulled my sleeve as far down as I could, and used it as a glove.

  The front door caved in. Shouts surged up the stairs.

  The bolts shifted and I pushed open the hatch into the night sky. Cold air hit me as I climbed out. I pulled Lily up behind me before dropping it back.

  Keeping low on the roof, we scrambled towards the rear of the building. Blue flashing lights were piling in front and back. Headlamps bounced across the wasteground. The air was full of radio squawks and shouts.

  ‘Just stay with me, OK?’ I gave her arm an encouraging squeeze. I didn’t want her to flap any more than she already was and fuck up.

  We aimed for the three-metre wall that would take us across the top of the next-door office block. There’d be no second attempt.

  My throat was parched and I couldn’t get enough oxygen. Adrenalin took over. I sprang up and my hands gripped the edge of the parapet. My legs scrabbled against the brickwork. I repeated the el
bow trick. I heaved and kicked until my stomach reached tar and gravel. I clawed my way a couple of feet further, then swivelled round and stretched my hands over the edge.

  ‘Come on.’

  She jumped and I grabbed her hands. She slipped from my grasp.

  ‘Again!’

  This time I gripped her with my right hand and flailed around with my left, hoping for something to grab. I got a fistful of sweatshirt and heaved her up onto the lip. She swung her legs sideways and came the rest of the way.

  More shouts drifted up from the street. More loudspeakers barked either side of the building. Blue lights sped down from Distelweg.

  I didn’t bother checking the entrance to the central stairwell. Even if we could get in, we couldn’t stay there. We had to make distance. We needed one big straight line out of the immediate danger area.

  We ran past it to the far edge of the roof. FilmNoord XXX shone like a beacon. I knew Lily was behind me; she coughed and I felt her breath on my sweat-soaked neck. I edged along the parapet until I was directly above the galvanized-steel platform I’d seen the last time I was up there, slid my legs over and dropped. I landed with a clang like a bass gong, but noise wasn’t a problem. They were making enough of their own.

  Her feet dangled above my head. I cupped my hands beneath them to give her some support.

  More sirens and blue lights swept down Papaverhoek and screamed to a halt. They were throwing up a road-block. Why else would they stop so close to the main?

  We hit the ground and headed right. I wanted us to be able to lose ourselves among the maze of brick walls and wooden fences that surrounded those back gardens. We found a muddy track that ran between them and crossed a strip of rough land. Brick walls reared up in front of us, but there was always a way round. I didn’t have a clue what lay the other side of them. I just wanted to get within reach of the roundabout and then the estate.

  I caught a glimpse of the main at the far end of a narrow alleyway. I moved swiftly along it and glanced left. I couldn’t see the police cars but I knew where the road-block was. Blue lights strobed all around the incident area, bouncing off the low cloud, but up here it was as dark as any other night.

  ‘We slow down now, Lily.’

  Her shoulders were heaving, her eyes wide. She leant forward and rested her elbows on her thighs.

  ‘Deep breaths - come on now, calm down, sort yourself out.’

  I wanted her looking as normal as possible. I put my hand on her shoulder. ‘You OK? We’ve got to go.’

  She was still gulping air, but she nodded. I hooked out my arm for her to take. ‘Girlfriend and boyfriend?’

  She raised the skin where there had once been an eyebrow.

  ‘OK, daughter and dad …’

  That earned me my first smile. It gave me a bit of a lump in my throat. I pictured another little girl who’d trusted me and died. I was fucked if I was going to let it happen this time around.

  We stepped out and followed the pedestrian crossing to the right of the market into the warren of streets behind the parade of shops. We hadn’t gone more than a hundred metres when I had to pull her into a doorway as yet another blue-and-white zoomed towards the incident.

  And in that moment, from about a K and a half behind us, came a loud, dull bang. A jet of flame shot into the sky like the gas flare above an oilrig. It only burnt briefly. After that, the raging inferno would be contained by the silo walls.

  25

  I looked at the glow in the sky above Noord 5.

  Lily tugged at my arm. ‘What is it?’

  ‘I don’t know. Let’s keep going.’

  The less she knew about everything the better. But Lily stayed still, watching the flames, then turned back to me. I knew she wanted an explanation. She wasn’t getting one. That job was done. I was already thinking about my next one.

  We passed the Islamic centre. Checking left at the junction, I could see the girls standing in a huddle with two police cars holding them together. They, too, were staring towards the site of the explosion. The police must have been all over them as quickly as they had been with me. They were the victims; it didn’t matter. The reason the police had come calling at the safe-house also didn’t matter right now. Thinking about it didn’t achieve anything. The only thing that did was making distance from them.

  In the meantime, I’d put that whole side of things on the back burner. It was getting more crowded by the moment.

  We walked for another thirty minutes. We crossed wider waterways and parks, and under elevated dual carriageways. Our surroundings became increasingly residential. Trendy apartment blocks sprang up, with cycle lanes and neatly parked cars. We were back in civilization but there was no way I was taking trams, buses or taxis. Municipal transport had CCTV. Taxi drivers might remember something. The police operation that had almost netted us was not going to shut up shop for weeks.

  A shiny green phone booth materialized in front of us. At last I could make the call.

  Anna answered immediately. I could hear the tension in her voice. ‘When will you be here? I—’

  ‘Stop, stop! I need you to come and pick us up. Can you do that? There’s been a drama. Can you get a car?’

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘Get a car with sat nav, and meet me.’

  ‘Do you still have her?’

  ‘No, it was a fuck-up. But I have Lily. You got a pen?’

  I waited a few seconds as the information sank in but she stayed completely switched on. She knew now wasn’t the time to go wobbly.

  ‘Go.’

  ‘I’m at the junction, and I’ll spell it, of H-e-t new word D-ok and K-o-p-e-r-s-l-a-g-e-r-i-j. The street names have one zero two one on them - that must be the area code. It’s on the north side of the bay. You got that? It’s full of smart flats, grassy open spaces and a smart green telephone box.’

  ‘Got it.’

  I listened as she read everything back. I checked the road sign again, making sure the spelling was correct. ‘Quick as you can, Anna, without speeding.’

  ‘Is she OK?’

  ‘She’s fine. The other girls are safe. But you need to call off Lena’s friends. No need to meet up. Angeles won’t be needing them.’

  The silence hung between us as she realized what I’d just said.

  ‘OK, sure. I’ll call.’ I could hear her moving now, the door to her room closing behind her and her voice beginning to echo in the hotel hallway.

  ‘It’s probably going to take you about thirty minutes this time of night. I’ll call you to check how you’re doing. OK?’

  ‘See you soon.’

  ‘Anna …’

  ‘Yes?’

  I hesitated. ‘I can’t wait to see you.’

  She thought about it for a second. ‘So get off the phone.’

  26

  For almost the whole hour and a half that we waited under the dual carriageway sirens wailed along the tarmac above us. The park was deserted.

  I’d called Anna from a phone box when I said I would. She was on her way.

  We sat shivering against a tree and I had to hold Lily in my arms to keep her warm. Her head was on my chest.

  ‘Lily, what happened? Why did you leave home?’

  She didn’t move. Maybe she felt safe where she was.

  ‘I had to get away.’

  ‘Had to?’

  She shrugged. ‘It seems so stupid after what has happened. My father betrayed me. And he betrayed the protest movement.’

  ‘After the election?’

  Her head moved on my chest. ‘You have to realize how wonderful it was for us to finally know democracy. For one day, for one bright shining day, it seemed as though the power was in the people’s hands. We, the students, were going to be part of the solution. Not part of the problem, like my father.’

  ‘He liked it just the way it was?’

  I felt her head nod slowly.

  ‘The Communists rigged the election. They bought everyone off - using money from
people like my father. He just thinks of himself and his business. I wanted to leave - I wanted to hurt him just as he hurt me.’

  ‘Why Christiania?’

  ‘I read about it for a sociology class last year. Communal life. Utopia. It sounded like a good place to escape to.’

  She dug into her jeans and brought out the Facebook picture. She opened it up as if I’d never seen it before. ‘But he changed that.’

  ‘Was he your boyfriend?’

  ‘Sort of.’ She paused. ‘He wanted sex but I wanted to wait until I married.’

  Her hand dropped and let go of the paper. I had to grab it before it blew away.

  ‘He said he knew someone in Copenhagen, a friend of his father’s. He said he would talk to him and he would help me there.’

  I folded the picture and shoved it into my jeans.

  ‘Viku sold me … How could I have been so stupid?’ She craned her neck to get eye-to-eye. ‘I met the old man. He was kind to me. He bought me something to eat and we talked of how wonderful Christiania was and how happy I was going to be there. But then he took me to a house where he said I could stay.’

  She didn’t cry, just stared down at the ground, trying to close her mind to what had happened next.

  ‘It’s OK, Lily, I know the rest. But you are safe now.’

  She replaced her head on my chest. I felt her jaw clench. Safety was something that belonged to another life.

  ‘My father, did he send you?’

  ‘Your dad knows nothing about it. One of his friends did.’

  She scoffed. ‘One of his murderer friends?’

  ‘What makes you say that?’

  ‘He and all the others who make weapons, they are killers.’

  ‘I thought your father was in electronics?’

  It was worth confirming what I thought I had worked out.

  ‘I don’t just mean missiles and tanks. Computers and radar are weapons too, any equipment that helps to kill and maim.’ She sat up. She was getting quite animated. ‘A military computer is as lethal as a bomb. Making military computers is a trade in misery.’

  ‘The people your father sell his computers to - isn’t he just meeting a demand?’