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didn’t like it. It wasn’t
the way he usually worked. Bruised and uncomfortably dressed and
unarmed he had a moment of feeling vulnerable. He quickly shrugged
it off. The only way, he well knew, was forward.
Chapter
22
Euston Tower
11- 30 a.m.
April 17th
After some
intense and concentrated research and careful access to restricted
sites Beaumont was first with the information on Special Forces
activities that day.
“Well there
were only two special forces exercises in the UK this week. The SAS
were in Scotland and they were around the Kyle of Lochalsh, but
they were dropped by helicopter, not submarine. The other was the
marine commandos, but that was a swim in to the Cornwall coast, but
they used a corvette class out of Plymouth, so that rules out the
submarine drop off being MOD exercises.”
“Well decrypted
MOD navy site reveals HM submarine HMS Vengeance passing Port
an-eorna at that time in the morning heading for the polar
cap.”
“Really?”
“Yes, but
there’s no mention of the stop and surface there.”
“Where did the
sub come from?”
“Well she had
been on NATO exercises in the Atlantic, coming up from Southern US
base. That was before leaving the naval sub base on the Clyde two
months ago. So she must have picked up the passengers in the
US.”
“How long ago
was that?”
“Two
weeks.”
“So our four
were put aboard two weeks ago, stayed on for the Atlantic exercises
and were dropped of en route.”
McKie nodded a
slow deliberate and grave nod.
“That would
mean that they’d have to have top secret clearance to be on the
submarine. That comes from a high level. Whoever got them on there
is MOD or government then.”
“Or at least
has the power and clout to bypass the usual channels.”
The phone rang
cutting in on their thinking. McKie answered it. It was Jack Fulton
and he wasn’t happy.
“Glasgow police
lost the Wheeler, he got away, so we can forget sending a team for
now. What have you managed to unearth.”
McKie outlined
their research and deductions then asked. "Could all this be down
to that Nigel Sternway?”
“Yes it could.
It could be any one of ten different people we’re aware of.”
“What’s our
next move?”
“We watch those
ten. I’ll send duty teams out to our hit list with mobile tracking
and listening equipment, gun mikes and other sensitive stuff. “
Beaumont
silently mouthed “What about us?”
McKie relayed
the question.
“You two keep
looking and thinking. See if you can work out possible routes and
contact DIC watchers on the routes you work out. I’ll have the
Glasgow watchers keep an eye out for Wheeler and make sure they go
armed. If he’s dragged back into the net I’ll send a team to
interview him, other than that get on with the brain work.”
“Right okay
then.” McKie sounded disappointed and Jack picked up on the tone of
his voice, smiling to himself in his office.
“Don’t be like
that David. I’m inclined to send you two when we get a fix on
Wheeler or any one of the others, liaising with armed police of
course.” Jack hung up and David related Jack’s remarks.
“Oh great.”
Beaumont ran a hand through his grey hair. “First intruder is ours
then lucky us!”
“It’s okay
they’ll have armed police on hand we won’t be alone.”
There was a
moment’s silence.
“I thought you
didn’t want the chance to use that gun.” Beaumont said.
“I’m feeling
more Brie than cheddar right now. Anyway like I said armed police
will be there first and in the meantime we’d better work on the
possible routes.”
Beaumont
smiled.
“Okay Mr keen
let’s get a cup of tea and bring up some online map software. We
can start with the one who got to Inverness by rail. What was his
name?”
“Peter Mason,
ex infantry and SAS man.”
“Okay let’s
work out his possible routes.”
Chapter
23
The Mersey Marina
11- 45 a.m.
April 17th
Charlie Cobb
made the mouth of the Mersey, a little
the way he usually worked. Bruised and uncomfortably dressed and
unarmed he had a moment of feeling vulnerable. He quickly shrugged
it off. The only way, he well knew, was forward.
Chapter
22
Euston Tower
11- 30 a.m.
April 17th
After some
intense and concentrated research and careful access to restricted
sites Beaumont was first with the information on Special Forces
activities that day.
“Well there
were only two special forces exercises in the UK this week. The SAS
were in Scotland and they were around the Kyle of Lochalsh, but
they were dropped by helicopter, not submarine. The other was the
marine commandos, but that was a swim in to the Cornwall coast, but
they used a corvette class out of Plymouth, so that rules out the
submarine drop off being MOD exercises.”
“Well decrypted
MOD navy site reveals HM submarine HMS Vengeance passing Port
an-eorna at that time in the morning heading for the polar
cap.”
“Really?”
“Yes, but
there’s no mention of the stop and surface there.”
“Where did the
sub come from?”
“Well she had
been on NATO exercises in the Atlantic, coming up from Southern US
base. That was before leaving the naval sub base on the Clyde two
months ago. So she must have picked up the passengers in the
US.”
“How long ago
was that?”
“Two
weeks.”
“So our four
were put aboard two weeks ago, stayed on for the Atlantic exercises
and were dropped of en route.”
McKie nodded a
slow deliberate and grave nod.
“That would
mean that they’d have to have top secret clearance to be on the
submarine. That comes from a high level. Whoever got them on there
is MOD or government then.”
“Or at least
has the power and clout to bypass the usual channels.”
The phone rang
cutting in on their thinking. McKie answered it. It was Jack Fulton
and he wasn’t happy.
“Glasgow police
lost the Wheeler, he got away, so we can forget sending a team for
now. What have you managed to unearth.”
McKie outlined
their research and deductions then asked. "Could all this be down
to that Nigel Sternway?”
“Yes it could.
It could be any one of ten different people we’re aware of.”
“What’s our
next move?”
“We watch those
ten. I’ll send duty teams out to our hit list with mobile tracking
and listening equipment, gun mikes and other sensitive stuff. “
Beaumont
silently mouthed “What about us?”
McKie relayed
the question.
“You two keep
looking and thinking. See if you can work out possible routes and
contact DIC watchers on the routes you work out. I’ll have the
Glasgow watchers keep an eye out for Wheeler and make sure they go
armed. If he’s dragged back into the net I’ll send a team to
interview him, other than that get on with the brain work.”
“Right okay
then.” McKie sounded disappointed and Jack picked up on the tone of
his voice, smiling to himself in his office.
“Don’t be like
that David. I’m inclined to send you two when we get a fix on
Wheeler or any one of the others, liaising with armed police of
course.” Jack hung up and David related Jack’s remarks.
“Oh great.”
Beaumont ran a hand through his grey hair. “First intruder is ours
then lucky us!”
“It’s okay
they’ll have armed police on hand we won’t be alone.”
There was a
moment’s silence.
“I thought you
didn’t want the chance to use that gun.” Beaumont said.
“I’m feeling
more Brie than cheddar right now. Anyway like I said armed police
will be there first and in the meantime we’d better work on the
possible routes.”
Beaumont
smiled.
“Okay Mr keen
let’s get a cup of tea and bring up some online map software. We
can start with the one who got to Inverness by rail. What was his
name?”
“Peter Mason,
ex infantry and SAS man.”
“Okay let’s
work out his possible routes.”
Chapter
23
The Mersey Marina
11- 45 a.m.
April 17th
Charlie Cobb
made the mouth of the Mersey, a little
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