by Andy McNab
Deveraux yanked the wheel in a complete circle to the right, pulled up on the handbrake, took her foot off the gas and hit the brakes. The car spun around as the handbrake turn pointed the car back towards the entrance.
Fincham jumped out and ran towards the unit’s shutter door. Deveraux leaped from the vehicle and ran around the front, pulling out her SD’s collapsible stock and putting it to her shoulder as Fincham pushed open the door.
Both eyes open, safety catch off, trigger finger taking the slack first pressure so that she could fire more quickly, Deveraux ran into the building.
The surprise attack was working. Elena had been on stag. Despite her protests that she wouldn’t sleep, she was desperately tired after the efforts and stress of the night, and soon after the others drifted off she too was dozing.
She woke as the car screeched to a halt. She was certain Joey had returned; probably in trouble as usual, but at least he was back. She jumped up and ran to the window as Fergus and Danny stirred. But it was already too late. Their attackers were in the building.
‘It’s not my dad!’ screamed Elena. ‘It’s not him!’
Deveraux was at the foot of the stairs, weapon pointing up at the floor above. Fincham was close behind, and as she got her first sight of the upper level, the spill from the external security lighting revealed exactly what she was hoping to see. ‘Stand still! Don’t move!’
Fergus had pulled himself to his feet and was standing by the sofa and one of the old freezers they had carried upstairs for protection from the PAD. His arms were outstretched to show that he was no threat. Deveraux quickly spotted the bloodstained leg and then her eyes flicked to Danny and Elena standing by the wall to her right. She moved up into the room. ‘Against the walls! Move! Sit down against the walls!’
Danny and Elena slid quickly down the wall as Fergus took two hobbling backward steps and painfully lowered himself to the ground. He was sitting on something, and as Deveraux turned momentarily to see Fincham warily appear at the top of the stairs, Fergus reached down and his hand closed around the electrician’s screwdriver. It had fallen to the floor as he stood up.
‘Get on with it, Marcie!’ shouted Fincham. ‘Kill them! Kill them!’ He glared at Fergus. ‘Kill them!’
Fincham could wait no longer; he began to raise his pistol. But then Deveraux quickly spun back to him with her weapon still at her shoulder. ‘You’re first – you have a weapon.’
Fincham’s face registered one moment of horror and disbelief as he leaped back. Deveraux squeezed second pressure and the dull thuds of a double tap sounded as Fincham was hit in the body and sent crashing down the stairs.
The assassin swivelled her weapon back to Fergus. ‘Now you.’
‘Wait!’ shouted Fergus. ‘We have the Secret Ultra document! We know your real plan! We have Secret Ultra!’
Deveraux released first pressure. ‘Impossible!’
‘It’s not impossible, we’ve got it!’
She hesitated, trying to work out the implications of Fergus’s words. It was a bluff; it had to be a bluff.
‘The document you wrote about Fincham and me, Marcie, I saw your signature. And we’ve burned CDs of it! And they’re safe!’
The CDs were far from safe. They were in Fergus’s pocket; he was just trying to buy time.
As the seconds passed, Danny saw a tiny red flashing light coming from his grandfather’s left hand. It was close to the floor, unseen by Deveraux, who was standing to Fergus’s right. It was a message; Danny knew his grandfather was sending him a message. He concentrated hard as the light continued to flash and Fergus attempted to bargain for their lives.
‘They’re in a safe place. If I don’t report in tomorrow, they go to the press. You, Marcie, exposed as a murderer.’
He kept on completing the circuit on the screwdriver, praying that Danny would understand what the flashes meant.
– .-. – - -…-..-.
As soon as Deveraux had ordered Fergus to sit by the wall, he had made his decision. He was less than a metre from the power socket and plug for the PAD. He was going to try to detonate the device, but he had to get Danny and Elena to move first. If they could reach the protection of the sofa and the two freezers, they might survive the fearsome explosion.
He too would have a chance of survival: the old cooker and another freezer were between him and the back of the PAD. But he didn’t care about himself now. He’d been close to death many times. It could have happened in Northern Ireland, or Colombia, or five or six other places. If it were to happen now, then so be it. All that mattered was that he saved Danny and Elena.
‘Are you really gonna take the chance that I’m bluffing, Marcie? Are you?’
Deveraux had thought it through. Watts was bluffing: he could not have accessed the secret file, even if he knew of the existence of SECRET: ULTRA. ‘Good try, Watts, but a lot of effort for one more minute of life.’
She took first pressure, but before she could fire the shutter downstairs rattled. She heard footsteps. Fincham – alive, and trying to escape. ‘Shit!’
Deveraux moved back to the stairs and ran down to the bottom. She heard the vehicle start up. A problem, but she would get Fincham later. It was time to finish Watts and the kids. The car’s engine roared and the tyres screeched.
Fergus knew that this was his moment. He screamed one word: ‘Now!’ and dived for the plug. As he pushed it into the socket, Danny grabbed Elena, pulled her to the sofa and threw himself over her body.
There was no time to look back. Fergus turned on the power and the world became a blinding flash of white.
EPILOGUE
They were in a room with high, frosted glass windows. Wire ran through the toughened glass. They had no idea where they were, although the occasional sound of jet engines suggested a military base of some description.
Neither of them remembered much about the explosion. The flash of brilliant light, a shock wave of incredible heat, the first thump of deafening noise. And then nothing. Not even the pain. The pain had come later, after they had woken up.
Elena was the first. Danny had saved her from the very worst of the explosion. The freezers had crashed into the sofa, which had been shredded by the vicious salvo of shattered glass and brickwork. But the foam padding protected them, as the sofa and they were hurled across the room.
Mercifully they had passed out, and as Elena drifted back to consciousness, she thought the urgent voices she heard were a dream. Then she thought her dad was calling to her. In pitch darkness she heard herself weakly muttering, ‘Dad… Dad… Da-’
And then she passed out again. It may have been for seconds, or minutes. She didn’t know. When she came round for a second time, the crushing weight on top of her had been shifted and a medic was staring down at her. Elena just saw the smile.
‘Dad?’ she whispered again.
‘I’m not your dad,’ said the smiling medic. ‘But I’m glad you’re awake.’
As her eyes slowly cleared, she turned her head and saw Danny lying next to her amongst the rubble. Two more medics were trying to bring him round.
Across the devastated room a limp body was being manoeuvred down what remained of the mangled stairs. And then Elena realized. It was Fergus. They were carrying Fergus’s body down the stairs.
After that everything happened quickly. Elena and Danny were stretchered out to a darkened ambulance and driven away swiftly. They seemed to be on the road for hours and both received medical attention as the vehicle was moving.
Elena was cut and bruised; every part of her body seemed tender. Her hair and eyebrows were singed and there was a painful flash burn to one arm. Her hearing had suffered the most. Her ears were ringing and although she could just hear words directed at her, they were muffled, almost as though she was under water.
Danny had fared worse. There were more cuts, and deeper bruises, and his hearing was in the same under-water-like state. But more worrying was the acute pain in his side. He was finding
it difficult to even breathe.
The ambulance had drawn to a halt and the rear doors were opened directly onto a corridor with no windows. It was no ordinary hospital; it felt like a prison. Danny was rushed away on his stretcher for X-rays, while Elena was taken to the room where they both were now.
A nurse, who said nothing while she worked, treated Elena’s cuts and the burn. And then a white-coated doctor came in and gave her a more thorough check. He looked into her eyes and her ears, and when he said he thought there would be no permanent damage, Elena realized that her hearing was slowly returning to normal.
She was left alone; confused, disorientated and afraid. She was convinced now that she was in some sort of prison and that they had only patched up her wounds in preparation for the interrogation that was to follow.
On the other side of the locked door, Elena heard a guard shuffling about in the corridor and the fear increased.
Fergus was dead, her dad had disappeared again; there was only Danny now. She wanted him there with her.
Some time later – Elena couldn’t tell how long – the door was unlocked and opened.
A guard stood in the doorway, wearing a pistol on a belt holster. He stared at Elena and then stepped back. Danny was in a wheelchair being pushed by a nurse.
Once Danny was in the room, the nurse left without a word and the guard pulled the door shut and relocked it.
Danny’s head was bandaged and there was a dressing, identical to that on Elena’s arm, on one of his hands.
They sat side by side in a still-stunned silence for a while, and then Danny said suddenly, ‘Fractured ribs. Doctor said they should mend quickly.’
Elena nodded, waiting for the question she was dreading.
‘But they won’t tell me anything about my granddad. Do you know what happened to him?’
Elena did know, of course she knew, but she couldn’t say it. Not then. But she didn’t want to lie to Danny. ‘No one’s told me anything.’
She looked away, pretending to examine the hardened, protective plastic coating which had been sprayed on the burns on her arm. ‘Maybe they’ll tell us. Soon.’ She wanted to change the subject. ‘How did you know what to do?’
‘My granddad; he was signalling “Cover” in Morse code. I knew he meant us to get behind the sofa.’
They fell back into silence, both of them reliving the horrific moments up to the explosion.
There were footsteps in the corridor and the door was unlocked. Marcie Deveraux entered the room, with the guard following. She was wearing a neck brace and walked stiffly. At the moment of the explosion she had been flung back against the wall at the bottom of the stairs. Her black hair was singed and her eyebrows had disappeared. There were cuts around her eyes and her bottom lip was swollen.
‘It’s over,’ she said when she saw the fear in Danny and Elena’s eyes. ‘You have no need to be afraid.’
‘My granddad?’ said Danny quickly. ‘Where is he?’
Deveraux paused for a moment. ‘Here.’
‘Is he…? Is he all right?’
‘You’ll see him soon.’
Elena knew the answer to the question Deveraux had neatly avoided, but all she could do was wait until Danny learned the truth and then be there to help him. But she had a question of her own. ‘My dad? Have you found him?’
Deveraux replied without a flicker of emotion, ‘Probably lying low somewhere.’ She went to Danny’s wheelchair, eased off the brake and then looked at Elena. ‘We have questions for you both. Can you walk? I can send for another wheelchair.’
‘I don’t need your help,’ said Elena, struggling to her feet. ‘I’ll walk.’
Deveraux shrugged and pushed Danny to the door. A jet aircraft engine screamed overhead, and as they moved down a long corridor with no windows and only fluorescent lighting overhead, the guard followed behind them.
The building seemed to be laid out in a square. At the end of the corridor they turned to the left and continued until they came to a closed office door, where Deveraux knocked once. She turned to the guard. ‘That will be all. Thank you.’
The guard nodded, and as Deveraux opened the door, he turned and walked away.
They could see inside the surprisingly large room. To the right a man was sitting behind a desk, and on top of the desk was Elena’s battered laptop. It was open.
The man smiled. ‘Come in, please.’
Deveraux nodded for Elena to go into the room and she walked through, her eyes fixed on the laptop.
‘I’m afraid we’re going to have to provide you with a new one,’ said the man. ‘My name is Dudley. I hope we are going to be friends.’
‘Friends!’ said Danny angrily as Deveraux wheeled him through the doorway. ‘After what you’ve done to us? And my granddad!’
‘Yes,’ said Dudley with a sigh. ‘It has all been rather… unfortunate. But-’
‘I want to see him! Where is he!’
‘I’m here, Danny,’ said a voice from behind them.
Danny looked back. The far end of the room had been hidden from view as they passed through the open door. Fergus was lying, half raised up, in a hospital bed.
‘Granddad!’ said Danny, pushing himself up from the wheelchair. He’d never called him Granddad before – not to his face; he’d never been able to do that. But now the word burst out at the joy of seeing Fergus alive.
He was alive. In a mess, but alive. His head was bandaged; so were both his hands, and next to the hospital bed there was a stand with blood and plasma bottles. Tubes ran into Fergus’s left arm.
Danny struggled to operate the wheelchair and Elena grabbed the handles and pushed it across the room so that he could sit at the bedside. ‘I thought… I thought…’
‘Yeah, me too,’ said Fergus weakly. ‘The cooker saved me – they built those old ones to last.’
‘What about Fincham?’ said Danny. ‘Did he get away?’
Dudley got up from his chair and moved around the desk. ‘George Fincham is dead. Your grandfather’s explosive device was extremely effective.’ He glanced as the assorted cuts and bruises on all their faces. ‘Perhaps a little too effective. But the whole matter is now satisfactorily concluded. The Secret Ultra file was erased, and as far as we are concerned it never existed.’
‘What about the other ones who’ve been after us for the past six months? What happens to them?’
‘Fran and her team were completely unaware that they were operating illegally for Fincham. Their future is secure.’
‘So that’s it?’ said Danny. ‘Can we just go? Are we free?’
Dudley paused for a moment. ‘Your grandfather and I have been having a long conversation about that.’
Danny and Elena looked at Fergus, and he nodded at them reassuringly before Dudley continued.
‘You see, we need your help.’
‘Our help?’ said Elena.
‘You’ve shown remarkable skill and ingenuity over the past few months. We would like you to work for us, on a temporary basis to begin with, and on a very specific operation.’ He glanced across the room. ‘With Miss Deveraux.’
Danny stared at his grandfather. ‘Is this for real? She wanted to kill us – all of us.’
Deveraux didn’t appear any happier about the prospect of teaming up with her former adversaries than they were. But she was a professional. ‘That was in a previous mission. That mission is now concluded satisfactorily.’
‘And it’s as easy as that for you, is it?’
Deveraux’s face gave away nothing.
Fergus shifted slightly in the bed. ‘Just listen to what Dudley has to say, then I’ll have my say.’
Dudley nodded his thanks to him. ‘The teenage suicide bombings – I’m sure you’ve heard about them.’
‘Yeah, we’ve heard.’
‘We want you to help us catch the person orchestrating these attacks,’ said Deveraux.
‘But why us? What can we do?’
Dudley walked back to
his desk and sat on the corner, with his hand resting on Elena’s laptop. ‘You see, all three of the unfortunate young men were recruited through the Internet, and as we now know, Miss Omolodon is quite an expert on the Internet.’
‘There are plenty of experts out there,’ said Elena. ‘And I prefer to be called by my first name.’
Dudley smiled. ‘Before each bombing, the young men tore out the hard drives of their own computers and destroyed them. But our own experts have managed to find a link between them by studying the screen burns on the computers themselves. All this modern technology is beyond me, but I’m sure you understand, Miss Om- Elena.’
‘Yeah, but I still don’t see why you need us.’
‘Not only me. The Prime Minister himself has requested that you help us in this mission.’
Danny laughed. ‘Yeah, right. The Prime Minister needs our help?’
But Dudley wasn’t laughing. ‘The whole nation needs your help, Danny.’
‘They’re asking a lot of you, Danny,’ said Fergus. ‘To my mind, too much. But I can’t tell you what to do: I’ve run your life and made your decisions for long enough. It’s up to you now. Both of you.’ He looked at Dudley. ‘Tell them about the screen burns.’
‘Yes, of course. The screen burns revealed exactly why we need you to help us in this crisis. Just two words.’
Danny looked at Elena and then back at Dudley. ‘What were they?’
‘Black Star.’
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