

Troubled World

Steve Horner
Copyright – Steve Horner 2018

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With thanks to Sue Williams for her editing assistance.

Steve Horner also wrote, Goodbye Jeremy.

Jeremy Palmer is found dead in the River Thames. The police investigation results in a suicide verdict. Stuart Clay, a friend of Jeremy's, believes this unlikely and starts his own investigation. This leads him into the murky world of drug dealing and distribution, endangering both his and his girlfriend's life.

Website: www.stevehorner.co.uk

Contents

Chapter 1 - Introduction

Chapter 2 - The Main Players

Chapter 3 - The Threat

Chapter 4 - The Next Two Weeks

Chapter 5 - Europe under Attack

Chapter 6 - The Immediate Consequences

Chapter 7 - The Immediate Aftermath

Chapter 8 - The Consequences

Chapter 9 - The Arms Contract is Underway

Chapter 10 - Where does It End?

Appendix - Aide Memoire

# Chapter 1

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# Introduction

Cobra Meeting, Whitehall, London.

There were days, and this was most definitely one of them, when Sarah Crosby wondered why she had worked and fought so hard to become Prime Minister. The election campaign in May 2022 had been gruelling. All she wanted to do afterwards was take a long, relaxing holiday, instead it was straight into the day job. Brexit had gone as well as could be expected, although many detailed implementation points lingered on.

Now, well into her third year of government, the economy was recovering well, with new trade deals proving effective. Each day, she reminded herself of this, to give her strength to deal with the many problems that crossed her desk, this day had more than its fair share.

'Perhaps...' Maximillian Murray hesitated, as everyone in the room expected. Those who knew him were familiar with this tactic, allowing the pause to give greater effect to what would follow.

Others assumed it was merely the trait of a man nearing retirement, thinking this should come sooner rather than later. As head of MI6 for more than 20 years this would be a natural assumption, but his mental prowess was as good as it had ever been.

Max had no intention of retiring. His formidable foresight, understanding and knowledge of the murky world of spies and secrets, was recognised and respected by senior members of the international security community, whether friend or potential foe.

'Come on Max, no need for the amateur dramatics, tell us what you know.' Sarah Crosby urged, trying to move things along, conscious of her congested, under prioritised, diary.

'Of course, Prime Minister. The situation is, as ever, complex,' Max continued. 'I believe there is an ulterior motive behind the Saudi's six-month extension of their armament contract with UK's major defence company, British Development Industries. We know there have been extensive negotiations around renewal, which is to be expected, and periods of silence from our friends in Saudi Arabia are not unusual, indeed all part of trying to drive the terms in their favour. However, this may mask some subtle changes among the main players. There is little doubt that the popular support enjoyed by King Khalid Bousaid and his extended family is changing. Historically, there has been limited challenge to decisions they have taken, including defence contracts. Any opposition usually takes place behind closed doors. The House of Saud is conscious of the need to change, to create a more equal and open society. The continuing high level of unemployment amongst the younger generation, limitations on the role of women in society and, of course, corruption, demonstrate the need to change. This is happening, albeit more slowly than the international community would wish or even expect. However, there is a significant hard core who are opposed to change, driven by their fundamentalist religious beliefs. One of those known to be against change, is Omar El-Hashem who continues to gain influence in some crucial areas of Saudi policy.'

'But this isn't new Max,' interjected the Foreign Secretary, Colin Taylor, 'We've been aware of Omar El-Hashem's rising star for some time now.'

'Indeed Colin, and we are also aware of his links with the remnants of ISIL, Al Qaeda and other Muslim terrorist organisations around the world. These continue to pursue an extremist dogma, imposing a harsh Sunni regime in various parts of the world. Information coming to light, albeit tenuously, indicates he is trying to gain control of the negotiating process on the armaments contract and, through this, allocate some of the latest hardware and software components to his terrorist friends.'

'How far advanced are we with this line of interpretation Max, has this got legs or is it embryonic in your mind only?' Sarah Crosby wanted to know.

'I confess I'm on my own here, the Americans are blinded by the possibility of their getting a large share of the contract. They are encouraging their largest defence and IT security companies to collaborate, to an extent not seen for some time. This would build on the successes they've been having over the last 15 years or so, gaining more defence work from Saudi Arabia. The Soviets are proving as hard as ever to interpret, whilst gaining support and influence in the Middle East undoubtedly remains a major strategic objective. China is worried, the threat of terrorism at home is a major driver of any action or indeed inaction they contemplate. Nearer to home, for the first time since Brexit, I sense European colleagues are on board to consider this option, as they and we remain high on the list of terrorist targets.'

'Thank you, Max, that explains your hesitancy in accepting the Saudi contract is proceeding as expected, subject to the usual negotiating tactics. We'll leave this in your capable hands to keep us informed of any significant developments. I want to move on to the next item \- progress on improving cyber security. Home Secretary perhaps you'd summarise the position on this one?'

Sebastian Penn looked up from his pile of papers and the summary on his tablet.

'Of course, Prime Minister. Not entirely unexpected, but ever since we announced the plan to significantly improve cyber security in the UK, there has been a series of attempts by hackers to prove why we need it. In some ways these have been useful, testing changes and finding flaws, but it has frustrated efforts to get ahead and demonstrate real progress. It's also fair to say, in addition to the usual hacker community in the West, the more determined attacks can be traced back to the Middle East, with terrorist links playing their part. The role of Russia in state sponsored hacking remains significant. We estimate Russia has installed malware in around 75% of British companies' data systems, and we discover more as the cyber security project continues. Fortunately, we are finding more of these before they are triggered and cause major problems. But as you are well aware, some high profile breaches still surface, causing disruption to the business affected, and all too often a high cost to rectify. China continues to interrogate systems to gather information on the latest patents being filed, and we are not the only country suffering from this plague. The Chinese state is on board to eliminate these attacks, which is a significant step towards reducing their impact on counterfeit goods. On a positive note, we should recognise that the increasing activity of terrorist groups is beginning to bring the major powers together, as they are not immune from attacks. It does seem they are more willing to share intelligence through the auspices of the UN Security Council. This is not the ideal vehicle to achieve quick wins, nevertheless any change in co-operation is to be welcomed. Another area of difficulty is the need to engage with major technology users, including the banking industry and major public bodies such as the NHS, as their need to maintain secure systems remains as vital as ever. Yet sharing techniques with these organisations is both helpful and, a potential weakness. Overall progress is encouraging but as ever with IT, frustratingly slow and costlier than planned.'

'How much more?' snapped Sarah Crosby.

'We started with an initial budget of £2bn and a timescale of 3 years. Latest view is at least 5 years and a doubling of the budget. If it's any consolation, we understand any organisation trying to improve matters in this vital area experience similar issues, even Microsoft, Apple and Alphabet.'

'It's little consolation, but as a renowned economist is alleged to have said something to the effect, when events change I change my mind. Chancellor please take this forward with colleagues in Treasury and report accordingly at our next meeting. Now to the last item – level of national security alert. Do we move from severe to critical? Max your view?'

'My recommendation is to stay at severe, Sarah. Although, I acknowledge there are several factors which justify increasing to critical, most of which we have discussed today. With increasing tension in Europe and continuing instability in the Middle East, if we move to critical, I think we will have to explain why in some detail. Until some of what I have reported today becomes clearer, that would reveal too much of where we are in judging in which direction things are most likely to move. I realise my world is one of secrets, although we are far more open than we have been in the past, while yours is one of ensuring the public are kept informed, as you are always open to challenge. Meeting this requirement should not be lost sight of, however, I consider a change in level is not helpful to anyone right now.'

'Any dissenters....... No, then I declare the meeting closed. Max and Seb would you hang on for a bit as I've a few other items where your views would be helpful?'

Mobile phones were switched on as the meeting closed, blocking out the sound of papers being shredded. Staff quickly cleared the room, leaving the three alone.

'I may have rushed the agenda a little, being aware of my diary commitments today, this has carved out some time for you to give me pointers on items which may arise later. Firstly, Saudi Arabia Max. I have a call with Paul Wilson scheduled for 2pm our time, so want your view on how much to disclose to the President of the US on your thinking around the current political position.'

'I was expecting this fairly soon and have given it some thought Sarah. My soundings with US intelligence reveal a surprising but somewhat blinkered view of what is happening in Saudi Arabia. I don't think they've considered the possibility that House of Saud maybe under real threat in some crucial areas of policy, including defence. Despite their arms contract successes in recent years, they continue to view our armament arrangements with some envy. Consequently, they have a somewhat relaxed view on the support the Saudis have given to various disputes and outright wars in their locality. I thought the Saudis recent antagonism towards Israel, and hardly concealed support for Hamas, would give the Americans some concern over recent changes in the regime. This doesn't seem to have happened, at least if it has, I haven't detected it. So, I believe it is appropriate for you, on a one to one basis with the President, to raise alternative scenarios around the continuing contract negotiations. Even if all this does is raise a small query in his mind, it should prove useful if things develop in the direction I believe they will'

'Helpful as always Max. Now how much have you shared this with other security organisations in the UK - MI5 and the anti-terrorism branch of the Police?'

'As I said during the meeting, I'm not finding much international support for my views and so have hesitated to widen the circle for now. I have regular meetings with Tony Boyd, head of MI5, and Ian Jackson, current head of the Met's Counter Terrorism Command, where we operate on an open book basis.'

'So, you haven't shared your view.' Sebastian Penn made this a statement not a question.

'Not yet, my view, and I believe theirs, is to share when information is meaningful and warrants action. I don't consider I'm at that stage.'

'I support this position for now Seb. Although we must keep a watchful eye on Max's secretive nature,' Sarah paused to see if Max reacted. He remained passive, 'to ensure this doesn't remain on the back boiler too long, then boil over into something we lose control of.'

'Very good Sarah, although I'm not entirely happy with this approach.'

'Understood Seb, but I ask that you maintain confidentiality on this, until we all agree it's time to widen the audience. Next, I want to discuss immigration and border control. I appreciate this was a major item on our agenda, concentrating on the issues arising from our extended extraction from the freedom of movement obligations, as part of the Brexit trading negotiations. In so doing, we did not devote enough time to the continuing migration and refugee problems in Europe. Of course, the Cobra meetings are not designed to deal with matters so politically based as this one, however the impact on security cannot be ignored, and I believe this will only increase. The changes in government, particularly Germany and France, are a major blow to Europe ever uniting on how to deal with this issue. We have participated fully with our European colleagues and indeed the UN on various initiatives, yet more borders are closing and international solutions to the driving forces behind migration, remain elusive. Since before, and even more so after Brexit, security of our borders is a priority in terms of maintaining political stability and safety for our citizens. We acknowledge we do not face the same problems as those proximate to the areas of migration. Being an island is beneficial as a deterrent to mass migration. Still, it continues to cause unrest in many areas of Europe, providing opportunities for the seeds of terrorism to spread. I remain to be convinced we have addressed this adequately, particularly access through Ireland.'

'May I clarify Sarah, are we only discussing this topic in the context of access by terrorists, or the much wider issues of border control?' asked Seb Penn, prickling at the possible criticism of the way he ran the Home Office. 'Because if it's the latter, you're welcome to attend the next meeting of my department, where the latest position, current problems etc. are discussed at length, to agree any actions required and ensure continual improvement.'

'Thank you for that Seb, it's the terrorist side of this I want us to concentrate on at present. Max have you anything to contribute to this?'

'As you say Prime Minister we did spend time on this at Cobra, the consensus was that actions outlined, and the current crop of arrests, does demonstrate systems and controls have been improved and are effective. Nevertheless, I too have concerns about access though Ireland. We are grateful for the work Taoiseach, Seamus O'Gara has done to establish UK border controls in Irish ports and airports, by no means easily achieved. One consequence of this, which was discussed at length in the Irish parliament, concerned the likelihood of increasing nationalism because of the UK being perceived as having gained control over some aspects of Irish governance, leading to new calls for Irish unification. It was, therefore, a brave decision by Seamus to implement the border policy in accordance with our specific requests. Unfortunately, we are identifying more activity in known republican organisations, as well as some new groups. One worrying trend we are beginning to identify, is these new groups facilitating terrorists from international organisations entering Ireland, and assisting their onward passage to the UK, for purposes we are all too familiar with.'

'And how are we proposing to progress this?' The Home Secretary intervened. 'If we don't approach this with great tact and caution there will be even more accusations of Britain interfering with Irish affairs. A strong possibility of making matters worse rather than better!'

'Quite so, therefore, the approach adopted at present is infiltration of certain organisations with the tacit agreement of O'Gara and top-level security personnel only.' Max replied.

'Good grief, we're going back over fifty years with this approach, is there no other way?'

'I do understand your concern Seb, but we need more information on what is happening on the ground. Currently we have two senior agents in place, working with Irish security on a need to know basis. I don't see any alternative until we have made further progress. Do we have your permission to continue Prime Minister?'

'Yes. Thank you, gentlemen.'

Seb remained seated, glowering as Max gathered his papers and made for the door.

# Chapter 2

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# The Main Players

Headquarters of Consolidated Industries, US Armaments Contractor, Detroit, USA.

Conrad Schulz, CEO of Consolidated Industries rose to speak. 'I'm pleased to welcome Suma Klein, CEO of Cyber Security Systems and his senior team to the meeting today. You've all received papers covering the topics we need to resolve. We have worked with each other over the last couple of years or so, therefore introductions aren't necessary. We are at the final stages of agreeing our bid to the Saudi Arabian government, for a major part of the armaments contract the Brits have had for years, without us getting a look in. I gather, with some affirmation from the Pentagon, that our contact, Omar El-Hashem, is reliable and assurances he has provided give confidence that these aspects of the contract should be awarded to our joint bid. Jeb Stone, Head of Contracts will expand on where we are on the armaments side.'

Jeb Stone stood to make his PowerPoint presentation. 'El-Hashem has guided us to concentrate on three areas:

Firstly, mobile ground to air missiles, with all the latest lock-on technology. Consolidated Industries are at the forefront of this, guided by Pentagon requirements. We know the Brits have been trying to ride on our coat tails, just to keep up to speed. As always, their technical developments are of the highest level, but suffer from lack of scale in implementation. This aspect has been crucial to get us ahead of the game.

Secondly, heavily armoured all-terrain vehicles. From involvement in Iraq, Afghanistan etc. we have learned a lot in this area – too heavy, mobility and quick response is hampered; too light, and it's an easy target and not a good place to be in a firefight.

Lastly, but perhaps the most important of all, personal protection has become increasingly light weight, yet more effective. Through technological advances, it now provides warnings against IEDs, without the need to sweep before advancing. This, while game changing, is subject to constant updates as the nature and types of IEDs continues to grow. We are grateful to input from Cyber Security Systems to be at the forefront of this.

Naturally the usual array of aircraft, tanks, training and technology support remain an important part of the contract. El-Hashem advises the Brits are likely to retain these aspects of the contract as the systems, personnel and support are so embedded in bases within Saudi.'

'Thanks Jeb, now let's move on to technology, Suma.'

'Cyber security remains an important part of all countries' defence systems. We are the major contractor to the Pentagon in this area, and the contract allows us to share technology with countries on the approved list, on normal commercial terms. Some of the most recent political manoeuvring, coupled with increasing conflicts, mean countries on the approved list continue to shrink, to ensure national security isn't compromised. The penalties for none compliance are too great to contemplate inclusion in any contract, whatever its value. Saudi Arabia are on the approved list at present, through the defence contracts the US already have, coupled with the actions the regime has been taking to make it a more open society. However, this can be changed at short notice. El-Hashem's team are well aware of this, and constantly remind us they expect the contract to be fulfilled on current terms, regardless of any change in status. This worries my colleagues, particularly as our negotiations all take place with his team only, we are not talking to the same negotiators as the Brits. We need some assurance this isn't a means to extract as much information as possible through the negotiations, and then we end up with nothing.'

'I share that concern.' Jeb added, 'are we sure we're talking to the right guys and this won't all end in a pile of poo?'

Conrad Schulz responded to this challenge. 'Throughout our work on this contract we have kept a line open with the Pentagon, through Don Newman, Head of National Defence Procurement, whose role covers all contracts of this nature with foreign states. He assures us El-Hashem has a rising role in Saudi. The value of dealing through him, if we are successful, will enhance his position and give us contacts at the top table, which only the Brits and French have. So, it's a risk, if his status fades before we conclude the contract. This is a situation we've been in before, running with one player or specific group; it's always a game of win some lose some, and I intend to win this one. One other thing you may be concerned about, which Don assures me is not a problem, this is not a return to the bad old days of Saudi contracting where the local contact expects and gets a big commission. Those days are gone, as part of the recent modernisation of the regime.

Now let's get down to fine tuning the outstanding points on the bid, as we have four weeks to submission.'

Taoiseach office, Dublin, Ireland

'I'm not liking what you're telling me Terry.' Seamus O'Gara looked and was worried, very worried. 'That's the third new faction your security team has identified in the last six months, is there no end to this?'

Terry Driscoll, Head of National Security Intelligence Section (NSIS) replied. 'I'm concerned alright Seamus but we're not alone. It's all part of a global trend we've been seeing since Brexit, coupled with the move to the right in major governments in Europe, primarily Germany and France. These changes, and increasing dissatisfaction around the perceived impacts of globalisation, are certainly part of what's driving this. As a result, we have new organisations jumping on this bandwagon, some with seriously disruptive ambitions. We have two, in particular, under close scrutiny at the moment. We know they have some links to ISIS and/or Al Qaeda, so it's fortunate we continue to work closely with the UK and have agents in place in both, dangerous work, but we've been here before.'

'Been here before maybe, but that is not encouraging Terry. Both the UK and us went through a lot of pain before we achieved some stability. When the international perspective is added, it's certainly not a direction I would like us to be heading towards, particularly with some of the loose cannons these organisations tend to attract.'

'Agreed, but you know as well as I do, it will take time to identify appropriate action and probably even longer to implement it and see a result. We are getting information from the agents and feedback from GCHQ on the organisations' communications, both show something we have to keep tabs on. It appears communication with ISIS has been increasing and the UK remains high on the hit list. Max Murray hasn't said as much, but I detect he's very concerned about some of the new faces making a grab for power in Saudi Arabia, as the regime changes to a more open society. Particularly those who perhaps are not as supportive of this as they wish to appear. Max is a wily old bird, and keeps his cards close to his chest, so if he's concerned, it's worth sitting up and paying attention. The two agents he's released to us, John Holden and Lucy Robertson, are people we've worked with before. You may remember Lucy was the main reason we squashed the assassination attempt on you, following your forcing through major revisions to management of EU border controls. This was requested by Sarah Crosby's government, and wily old Max gave us a couple of agents to suss out any repercussions from our more militant organisations. Lucy's intel proved invaluable and, most importantly, kept that attempt away from the media.'

'Glad you acknowledge avoiding my assassination is marginally more important than keeping the media out of it, although not sure some members of the Parliament would agree with you. Some days I feel I'm regarded as a traitor, and that's not just by the republican groups! But, let's consider more urgent things than my premature demise. What do we have that helps bring some comfort?'

'Well, the group John Holden is concentrating on is associated with the rising influence of Germany's resurrected Red Army Faction, as the prime co-ordinator of terrorist action in Europe. They seem to have achieved success in finding common ground with like-minded groups in virtually every European country. No doubt the remnants of the Red Brigade in Italy and other extreme left wing organisations have aided this new group's rising prominence. The driver here appears to be the lack of progress in dealing with the migrant crisis and, the impact of globalisation on the poorest in society. They've given themselves the grand name of Europe against Globalisation and Capitalism (EGC). Gather MI6 have an agent in this organisation, reporting to John Holden. Probably won't bother us too much, but good to have Max's confidence.

The other group is a real odd-ball; they've adopted the name Irish Sunni Support (ISS). From what we've gleaned, the local membership is all Irish and not a Muslim among them. Lucy Robertson has infiltrated this group, but so far nothing on what, if anything, they plan to do. We know ISIS are keen to get involved in the attacks on refugee accommodation, as they perceive it provides a large enough group of non-believers to eliminate in one hit. These are primarily located in mainland Europe, therefore of limited threat to us or the UK. Don't yet see how ISS fits with this ambition. Max continues to be keen to demonstrate to EU security organisations, that Brexit did not mean the UK would leave this crucial area, he wants the UK to be very much a continuing partner, bringing something of value to the table. So, we both want to keep a keen eye on what this lot plan.'

'Okay, I support this in principle; what does it mean in terms of Irish security, if anything? Take it as read we want to help curb the activities of these groups, and stop the continuing formation of splinter groups, but what else?'

'I have the embryo of a plan, which Max supports. We are dealing with two separate themes here, so likely they'll move in different directions and varying speed. Difficult to give you any real information on likelihood of success, or even what that might look like. The objective must be to make a pinprick or, preferably, a bloody big hole in the structure and activities of these terrorist operations.'

Lucy Robertson's cottage - remote location outside Castlebar, Ireland.

Lucy closed her laptop and the secure line to Tracey Simpson, communications guru at GCHQ. The information she had been waiting for, had finally been deciphered. The problem now, was how to use it. It reminded her that although she appeared to be accepted as an active member of ISS, she clearly wasn't trusted sufficiently to be in their communication loop. She now knew, Alex Jennings was due to be dropped off somewhere in Kilkieran Bay in the next couple of days, but ISS hadn't mentioned that.

Tracey had provided background data. Jennings was born in Liverpool, studied chemistry at Leeds University, radicalised there and disappeared from the radar during a safari trip in Kenya. First identified as a member of ISIS during beheadings of captured Somalia forces, where he featured in propaganda videos. Also identified in a command role during various skirmishes throughout northern Iraq and Syria. Failed attempt to capture him 18 months ago, led to the murder of ten locals assumed to have been informers.

A nasty piece of work, his rise within ISIS ranks probably founded on his knowledge of explosives and electronics. So, why was he coming to Ireland? Earlier reports indicated Ireland might suffer some terrorist action, but the expectation was a small suicide group. Even then, it was far more likely they would merely use Ireland as an access point, moving on to the UK. So why Alex Jennings, and why was he coming alone?

John Holden was expected soon; Lucy was not looking forward to it. He was the senior member of MI6, covering Europe, and was not shy about reminding her of it. They had worked together in the past. There was mutual respect, as their take on situations and the action required were usually opposite but complementary. The nature of their relationship had been subject to much speculation at HQ, most assumed they we're romantically linked, keeping it well hidden from prying eyes. Nothing could be further from the truth, their relationship was competitive, always trying to prove who was top dog. Lucy was well respected as a safe pair of hands, bit of a loner, although her work to protect Seamus O'Gara had shown adaptability and control in a tense situation. John had achieved success with his work on European terrorist groups, gaining his current senior position - only temporary, she thought. However, she acknowledged he'd have to lead the capture of Jennings, as any inkling of her involvement would blow her cover with consequences she didn't want to think about.

She was due at a group meeting of ISS in Galway later that night and wondered if Jennings would be mentioned at all. The purpose of the meeting was never circulated in advance, too much risk of leaks, she could arrive to find her cover already blown. Lucy shuddered at the thought.

John came in quietly through the back entrance. 'Hello Luce, how's it going?' He asked cheerfully. She'd not heard him arrive, his vehicle would be parked up a few miles away and he'd travel across the rural countryside on foot, looking like any other tourist hiker. He'd walked around her cottage several times, in decreasing circles to be sure he wasn't followed, before entering through the unlocked back door.

'Don't call me Luce! The info we've been expecting has arrived, but it's not what we thought.'

'That's disappointing, I was looking forward to a bit of action, been a pretty routine few months.'

'You might still get that.' Lucy retorted. 'There will be an arrival but it's just one, Alex Jennings.'

'Whose he? What can he do own his own?'

'That's the question John.' She briefed him with everything she knew. 'London want him captured and interrogated to find out what he's up to. Apparently, the boys in Belfast are on standby to begin the process. He's to be delivered in good shape to give them the best chance of finding out.'

John was thoughtful. 'I must admit I was expecting a pick-up operation with unavoidable casualties, this puts it in a different light.'

'And something else you won't be expecting, you're not doing this as a lone wolf op, you've got me for company, London insists.'

'But that's insane Lucy, this is far more dangerous than taking out a few fanatics' hell bent on suicide. There's a real risk your cover will be blown, then we'll be back to square one.'

'You don't have to tell me that. I made my view clear to Tracey, but orders are orders, so we'd better start planning. We've got two hours before I have to leave for Galway, and I'm not sure what will await me there.'

'Ok what have we got on the planned drop?' John asked, as he slumped into the upright chair on one side of the table. Lucy drew up one of the others in the room and switched on her laptop. She pulled up a detailed map of the area around Kilkieran Bay.

'Tracey says the drop is likely to be after midnight, two days from now.'

Just over an hour later they had identified four places as looking the most likely for a drop off, covering over five miles around a relatively accessible headland. They agreed on a plan.

'I'll do an on the ground recce later tonight Lucy. Think we've done as much as we can without knowing more about the terrain and possible hiding places. This gives us a day to turn this into something we can deliver at short notice and provides an option if he arrives earlier than expected.'

He left as silently as he'd arrived. Lucy prepared her things for the trip to Galway.

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Lucy parked the car in Gratton Road and walked to the cul-de-sac off Fairhill Road. Several other cars were parked, as it was a popular spot for walking into South Park and the coast. The run-down office block and small warehouse bore the name Galway Boats but didn't give the impression of a thriving business. Indeed, it wasn't. She slipped into the dark warehouse and headed towards the glimmer of light at the far end. As she approached the door, a security guard stepped out of the shadows and challenged her. Password accepted, she proceeded into the small, windowless office at the rear of the building.

'You're late.' Michael O'Leary was not in a good mood, which boded ill for the rest of the meeting. 'I only tolerate you because command say we need a token woman, so you could at least turn up on time.'

'Sorry,' Lucy muttered and took the small space at the side of the table, left for the token woman.

'As some of you know, we've been entrusted with an important pick-up and we need to ensure it all goes like clockwork. I won't tell all of you the full details, confining that to the actual pick up team who will stay on for the final briefing. The main purpose of this meeting is to iron out all the details of how we achieve a successful transfer to England, then on to London. Lucy, you will play a big part in this, as the adoring wife, if necessary turning on the charm should border guards and passport control show too much interest in our movements. It's important we appear as non-descript as possible, as the last thing we want is anyone remembering any of us. Apart from Lucy and the pick-up, the rest of us must act as if we don't know each other, so no casual chatting if we happen to be travelling together. Understood?'

'Are you able to say how many of us will be travelling Michael?' Lucy inquired.

'At this stage no, it depends on the size of the package and how much support it needs to achieve success. I expect it to be a small group, travelling at the same time but independently if you get my drift.'

There was a general nodding of heads in understanding and Lucy recognised the lie on the size of the package but managed to suppress a smile. At least if John Holden failed at the pick- up point, she'd have a second chance.

Meeting of the European Council, Brussels, Belgium.

The President, Simone Durand held the floor, as she had done for the past forty-five minutes.

'I apologise for monopolising the debate for so long and, acknowledge much of what I have said is covered in the briefing papers you have. This is the biggest issue we have faced since the UK left us and may prove to have far greater implications in the long run. Perhaps I can call on Nikola to open the debate.'

Nikola Samolis, Prime Minister of Greece rose shakily to his feet. For the umpteenth time in a year he'd had less than two hours sleep and was feeling the effects of this.

'I hardly need remind you of the problems my people have suffered for far too long now. It's crunch time! Our mutual failure to resolve the migrant crisis has crippled my economy and any remaining shred of goodwill my citizens have for the EU. Nothing has been done to help us with the tide of humanity, which continues to wash over our islands and mainland beaches. In addition, we have had no relief from continuing austerity measures, as our debts continue to grow. As the President has already said, this is the last chance to act as one Europe and share the burden of the refugees, the debts, and relieve the sense of abandonment. Please alleviate the pain of my people.

If we cannot resolve these issues today, here and now, then I will declare Greece bankrupt, default on all external debts, leave the Euro and reintroduce the Drachma. In addition, all refugees will be told they have to move on, so I hope you are ready for the three million people who will be knocking on your doors if we fail.'

For once the Council room was silent, so, Ahmed Aydin, Turkey's President who had been invited to attend Council, took the opportunity to deliver his planned statement.

'I sympathise with Nikola and his long-suffering people; you know my view on the attitude of Europe towards refugees. It's no solution to expect those countries nearest to the war zones and, subject to the most terrorist activity, to bear the brunt of this. My predecessor took your money to confine refugees at our border, but this could only be effective if the refugees stopped arriving. This depended on their homelands being made more secure and their economies helped to progress. This has not happened, the work of the UN, as well as the EU, on this aspect, is derisory. They are allowing what amounts to a third world war to continue, purely because it's not in the big players' backyard. It's like WW2, until Pearl Harbour brought America into the conflict. The US, Russia, China and yes, you, Europe, have failed us. Substantially increasing the aid for relief work in Jordan, Lebanon and Turkey among others is helpful, but it's not a solution. More, far more must be done to stop the conflicts. In this respect I make the following proposals for Europe to adopt and yes, implement, adoption is the easy part, making it happen is another.

First and foremost, you must have a common refugee policy which you all stick to. The burden must be shared equitably. If the policy is faster assessment and repatriation of all categorised as economic refugees, or refused on some other basis, then do it. If you intend to allow refugees claiming asylum, for whatever reason, to remain for a period of time, you have to improve the facilities offered. For those offered asylum, you must identify how these people are going to be integrated in your various cultures and communities and make it effective.

Secondly, there must be agreement on which terrorist groups pose the most threat and by a concerted, united effort reduce their impact. Force others to reconsider their options - compromise or face elimination. The two most prominent groups remain ISIS and Al-Qaeda, with a multitude of offshoots.

Thirdly, more co-ordination needs to be promoted amongst the superpowers to finish the work in Libya, Syria, Yemen and Afghanistan which has stagnated for too long. Nothing of significance has been done in Somalia, Eritrea among others; this cannot continue.

I know none of this is new, and a co-ordinated unanimous approach has not been achieved so far. I also appreciate this is not just a European issue, the US has similar difficulties with refugees coming from further South. Same problem in the wealthier nations in the East, such as Australia. Therefore, I ask you to progress these problems, not just in the context of the issues you all face, but in a wider world context. The random allocation of the world's natural resources, power, water, raw materials, provide some countries with basic wealth and means to support their populations, and others with none of these advantages. Result, families taking enormous risks to migrate to countries which benefit from the disparity. This will not stop, unless there is more equal sharing of the wealth emanating from these benefits. Efforts stepped up to get to grips with the corruption and violence resulting from, or in some cases causing, such inequities. Clearly making changes of this nature is a long-term project and will not be easy. Perhaps at present, many of you do not agree these aspects can even be recognised, let alone actioned. But I put it to you, unless there are some real initiatives in these directions, the borders you hold so precious and remain barriers to agreeing common action, will become indefensible from the hordes coming your way.

These are big tasks and there are others, but the time for fudging around the edges is over.' Aydin sat down to initial silence, then uproar.

Vincent Sabatini, the Italian Prime Minister, was the first on his feet.

'The situation in Greece is little different form that in my country. Just because we are nearest to Libya doesn't not mean we can deal with the refugees on our own. The reluctance of the rest of you to agree any help, other than some money, means my government is dealing with two crises. One at our southern ports where our towns and facilities are overrun with the flow of arrivals, and the other at our northern borders, as all adjoining countries have created heavily armed barriers, to prevent people from moving on. This cannot continue, my people are at breaking point and I can't see any solution as an individual country. What does a united Europe mean anymore? Answer me that!'

At last quiet was achieved, allowing Simone Durand to regain the floor. 'Well, if any of you needed convincing that action is required and urgently, these reminders that we have dithered too long over producing a Europe wide proposal, demonstrate this must be resolved. So, I now seek your views on the specific resolutions proposed in the briefing papers.'

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In the translators' office, Heidi Fischer was talking urgently on her mobile phone to Dieter Kohl, commander of EGC in Berlin.

'They agreed to the main proposal, it looks like there will be real action on the refugee problem. Plans are being put in place to significantly strengthen the asylum process, with far more resources being made available to return those failing the tests. There will be no appeal to the first decision in future, and extradition will follow within a month. Those from internationally recognised war zones will be returned to internationally organised camps, within the border of the country involved, or proximate thereto wherever possible, and responsibility handed back to the government of the day to look after its own citizens. It seems this solution, if you can call it that, has been discussed with oversight by the UN for some months, coupled with new initiatives to resolve major conflicts.'

'Good luck with that, and the action we are planning will give them something else to think about.' Was Dieter Kohl's response.

Headquarters of Europe against Globalisation and Capitalism – Berlin, Germany.

'I've called you all together, as we now have sufficient information to begin planning real action.' Dieter addressed the Inner Council members. I want to ensure you are all on board before I involve the branches and their part in this plan.

'Which is?' Karin the tall, striking blonde standing at the back of the room asked.

'All in good time Karin. I appreciate you are all a little frustrated by having to sit on your hands for so long.'

'That's a significant understatement of how we feel Dieter.' Karin again.

'Okay, but it was important we knew what action, if any, the European elites were planning and, as usual, it's taken them a long time to gain any sort of agreement they can actually implement.'

'Which is?'

'Karin, we might make better progress if you allow me to explain.' Dieter then proceeded to give all the details Heidi had relayed from the meeting of the Council. 'Because of their decision, we will organise an uprising of refugees in as many of the camps in Greece and Italy as we can, ensuring plenty of violence involving local communities - does this meet with your approval Karin?'

'When do I start?'

'I take it you are volunteering to be in one of the hit groups Karin? Let's move on to the teams and their makeup. This is a joint action, not only the rest of our German branches but also those in France and Spain. In all cases the teams will be mixed nationality, but there will always be a German lead or number two, to ensure we follow the plan and impose discipline on those who may not be totally committed to the required action - some of which will be unsavoury to say the least.'

Home of Omar El-Hashem, Riyadh, Saudi Arabia.

'Thank you for updating me on the contract tender position Conrad. I think your proven record with these particular products, will make it impossible for my government to award these parts of the armaments deal to anyone, other than your consortium.'

Omar put down the satellite phone, then turned to the group of men seated in his ornate garden. 'Well my friends, you will have gathered everything is moving as we hoped.'

'That's encouraging Omar, but perhaps you would explain to me, and others, how you will be able to divert the resources of a government contract, to aid our ambitions. Whilst you have a rising power base, I doubt you will be able to influence a majority of the ruling party to endorse our ideas.' Alex Jennings voiced the concern of the other five men.

'Alex, Alex, I feel you still have a lot to learn on how things are done here in the Middle East. So much is done in private meetings, behind closed doors. We don't share our discussions with the public, progress takes time, but we don't have to convince many to achieve success. The process is far removed from the open parliamentary system you are used to in your country.'

'I appreciate that Omar, but, however small the decision-making body is, you will have to persuade them to undertake what will be denounced as terrorist action. There will be international fury that armaments, supplied by a western government have been used in this way, leading to contract cancellations and things developing in a way we have no control, or even influence over.'

'Alex, I apologise as perhaps I've failed to provide you with enough information on our overall plan. Suffice to say, access to the new weapons provided under the contract, which I expect to be awarded to the Americans, does depend on my achieving a degree of power which I haven't yet got. Once the superiority of these weapons, over what British Development Industries are able to provide, is fully recognised, so will my part in facilitating the contract.

Turning to our specific plans, there are two distinct elements, designed to achieve our ambition of becoming a major player in the governing body of Saudi Arabia. As you know, our country is becoming more religiously tolerant, a more open society, perhaps moving eventually to a secular state. We need to reverse this, returning to the true doctrine of Islam under an orthodox Sunni regime and spread this throughout the Middle East and indeed the whole Muslim world. A major stumbling block to this is Iran and its hard-line approach, based on Shia beliefs. So far, outright war between us has been avoided, but we should remain alert to this possibility and use it to our advantage. One part of the plan is to discredit Iran, through use of the western armaments, thus freeing us from their influence in many countries. The other is discrediting the Shia movement, leading to its eventual extinction, which probably will entail a war with a much-weakened Iran. You perhaps can see, there are many steps to be taken along the way to fulfil our ambitions.'

'That's ambitious Omar, involving a high level of risk associated with such scheming, plotting and subterfuge. I wish you luck with that. How does my specific activity fit in your plan?'

'Right Alex, let's move on to that, as that's the main reason we are here today. We must get this right, so every Muslim Middle East country is governed by a Sunni majority, despatching the Shia into the history books for a very long time. You all have the outline of what is intended, now it's time to begin putting flesh on that particular bone. Alex, perhaps you'd explain your part so far.'

'Certainly, we are confident that we've led the British security forces to believe that a number from our group will be arriving in Ireland, travelling on to England to commit some act of terrorism. In reality it will just be me, increasing the chances of slipping through any trap they may have prepared. Having made it to England, the target is Westminster Abbey.'

'I can see from the look on your faces, you're all surprised by this,' Omar interjected into the silence. 'Kassim, perhaps you'd explain why this is relevant to our overall goal.'

'Those of you who have been following events in Pakistan, will be aware there has been an increased number of murders of Christians accused of blasphemy. The authorities are blaming this on Shia gangs, maintaining that the majority Sunnis would never undertake such action. This is deluded, not only have they to conduct similar campaigns against other minority religions, but they've failed to see that international actions are attempting once again to push religion out of politics and state-run institutions. The aim is to convince all countries ravaged by religious argument to become secular, as part of bringing peace to long standing conflicts.'

'But why Westminster Abbey, Omar?'

'Although of limited relevance, compared to many countries in the world, the UK and specifically England is not secular. Church of England Bishops sit in the House of Lords; Christian beliefs and customs influence many aspects of daily life, despite claims to be a multicultural society. Kassim, perhaps you'd continue.'

'In conjunction with these blasphemy allegations, we have created stories, blaming the established Christian Church for many of the injustices and sufferings borne by the poorly educated members of society throughout the world, ensuring the source of these stories is Shia based. When Alex blows up the Abbey, more fake news will claim this as a great achievement for the Shai Muslim movement. Similar actions are planned against other religions, for example the Hindu temples in India. Shias will be viewed as a major problem in the secularisation debate and will be hounded out of all its power bases, with a little help from us, curtesy of a US armaments contract.'

'When are you due in Ireland Alex?' One of the group asked.

'I believe the security forces think a group will be arriving before the end of the week. However, I won't be going then for two reasons. By not arriving when expected, they will begin to doubt the reliability of their information sources. Secondly, we need more time to set up the attacks planned on other religious monuments. We want to ensure destruction follows in quick succession to give credibility to our fake news. I need time to continuing training those charged with these actions.'

# Chapter 3

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# The Threat

Flat in East Berlin, Germany.

'John, I've had a bit of a breakthrough.' Josh Slater sounded excited as he talked to John Holden, on the secure satellite phone from his small flat in Berlin.

'Go on, I'm all ears.'

'I went for a drink last night with Franz Kohl, Dieter's brother, as usual he drank too much and said more than he should have. Assuming what he told me is somewhere near the truth, the Berlin group will travel to Northern Italy to the refugee camp between Ivrea and Turin. It holds around 10,000 of which around 75% are single men. The protests in Turin grow more violent, and clashes between residents and refugees more frequent.'

'How many in your group and when do you go?' John asked.

'It's a really mixed group of ten, with three French, two Spanish, me and the rest German. I've only met the Germans as they are all from the Berlin Group. We go in a couple of weeks, waiting for more details on that. Even so, not much time to get to know each other and form a cohesive team.'

'Any clue on the timing selected, Josh?'

'As far as I can gather, it appears EGC have someone on the translation team at the European Council. The Council have agreed the actions they intend to follow on the refugee crisis. EGC believe, when the official press release gets exposure and discussion in the media, the refugees will rebel. EGC want to encourage this and stir up trouble in the local community, before the authorities can clarify how it will all work, and the timescales involved.'

'How many camps do the EGC intend to attack in this way? Do you know?'

'Not sure but it's ambitious. Franz indicated it would be at least five in Greece, five in Italy, two in France and one in Spain. He didn't have any specific details, in fact he's probably not privy to them. I'll relay to Tracey's team at GCHQ, as soon as I know more, but that may not be until we have our specific instructions.'

'Thanks Josh, I'll warn her to treat this as a priority, to push up the line as soon as it arrives. What's your take on why EGC have chosen to act on this development? It appears a bit left field from their usual activity at G7 and G20 meetings.'

'My personal view is we've been misled by their public pronouncements on the effects of globalisation and the evil of capitalism. Undoubtedly that is what has attracted their large membership from the young in a variety of western countries. But, I think the hard core of activists have a slightly different agenda - still disruption of the major economies and business operations, to make a real nuisance of themselves, with the aim of provoking much wider civil unrest. The continuing refugee crisis provides a potential major catalyst, towards achieving this.'

'Sounds like a plan which might work. It's not going to be easy to contain that number of frustrated and angry people, without a massive show of force by the authorities. Not sure Greece in particular, is going to be up for this. I've a debrief at HQ day after tomorrow, so I'll see what action we can initiate, once this is shared with other security services. Don't risk exposing yourself Josh, you're the only agent we have in place throughout the network; need you to be our eyes and ears.'

Conrad Schulz office, Consolidated Industries, Detroit, USA.

'How's it going Jeb? What have we got to iron out before we can submit our bid?' Conrad had summoned his contract director to have a more open discussion, without any representatives from Cyber Security Systems, or other members of his own top team. He was expecting a frank and open conversation from this one to one, which he'd learned over the years he didn't get from a larger group, unless it was held as a crisis meeting. He didn't want to call one on that basis just yet.

'Personal protection detail is a long way from where it needs to be in my view. Suma Kleid's team have concentrated on the cyber protection requirements of the tender, consequently, their input to the technology required to make our personal protection proposal a winner, has been below expectation. This isn't just my view, our IT boys have done a good job and asked for help in certain areas, yet that hasn't been forthcoming so far. Even if it is available, it's getting mighty close to the deadline to include and test.'

'I'll have a word with Suma and get his view on where we are.' Conrad responded. 'If it really is a problem, could we wing it? We know what we are trying to achieve, we know what still needs to be done and assume have confidence in Suma's team to deliver. Can we continue development after contract award as these things are unlikely to be used on day one, are they?'

'True Conrad, but don't forget all aspects of the contract are subject to successful demonstration, prove that what we say on the tin actually works.'

'Well, could we use a development model for their tests? I presume these are further on than the production models.'

'The development models do contain most of the technology we are trying to provide, but they are unreliable. Despite requests, so far no fixes in sight from Cyber.'

'Okay Jeb, I'll add that to the list for Suma. Perhaps they could concentrate on making a few development models reliable, which would advance things anyway. What other problems have we got?'

'Production capacity, the number specified for each item in the contract is way above our production capacity to fulfil. Risk of being in breach of contract terms right from the start.'

'Be specific Jeb, where are the bottlenecks, what subcontracting flexibility do we have?'

'Subcontracting is only permitted where we have specified it in the contract and bound each of the subcontractors into the overall contract. If they don't deliver their bit, penalties apply. Therefore, if we work our way down the list of finished products we need to assemble in our own facilities, it's pretty much everything. We just can't supply at the quantities they've specified.'

'How come we've only identified this now? Have production not read any of the stuff we've been working on for well over a year? Christ they've attended every meeting on this contract, what's going on?'

'I think you're overlooking the sabotage at our downtown facility, and the two fires at our other plants. We contained media coverage to a minimum, helped by the Federal agencies getting involved.'

'Of course, I bloody well remember Jeb.' Conrad's short temper was exposed again. 'Insurance covered the damage, so what?'

'Well, we haven't yet been able to get any of those facilities up to full operation, and they're unlikely to come on stream any time soon. The Feds believe Antifa are responsible, acting in collaboration with some group in Europe, EGC, who seem to be determined to cause unrest in any western economy, protesting about globalisation and capitalism. They have frustrated our efforts to rebuild these factories, through continual demonstrations and the occasional sabotage.'

'Antifa, you mean the Anti-Fascists Group is beginning to take an interest in what we do? What's the matter with these people? We have provided significant employment in this area, when others moved out years ago. Why don't they rally around and help us? What about the police, where are they in all this? Jesus! Sorry Jeb but I feel out of the loop on this one. I'll ring Suma for an update, then I want a meeting of all Heads involved on this contract tomorrow at 3pm, particularly Production, IT, Procurement and Security. I'll try to persuade Suma to come too. I'll get Lauren to arrange it.'

Headland around Kilkieran Bay, Ireland.

John Holden had tramped the full five miles, covering the drop off points he and Lucy had identified, twice. Two were unlikely to be used, as although the sea was relatively calm, the beach shelved sharply causing high surf, making landing a small boat difficult. Two were possibilities but unfortunately, at either end of the five-mile stretch. To cover them both meant a bigger team than he'd wanted to use, harder to control, detection by prying eyes easier and, not least the risk of being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

The good news was there was plenty of cover, and it was remote. Just one track he'd found which soon petered out into an overgrown trail, confirming little use. He decided against a dress rehearsal, might draw unwanted attention to their activities. The guys had done these enough times to suss it out from the maps and his recce.

He made his way to Lucy's cottage to finalise plans, now he had a clearer idea of the ground they had to cover.

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'These are the most likely drop-offs I think, there are two other coves, but the surf is rough so not likely. I suggest two teams owing to the distance between them, with you in charge of one and I'll take the other. I've no feel for which one they are likely to use, so you choose. Although it might seem excessive, I'm suggesting teams of six. Assuming the usual suspects are available, we'll have worked with most of them before so that makes life easier. Any update for a go date?'

Lucy had been examining the map in minute detail, while John updated her. She looked up in surprise. 'You mean they haven't told you. It's all gone quiet here, nothing since we last met, so I assumed you were in the know as team leader. I've had no contact from the local ISS mob, but they deal very much on a need to know basis. I'm not expecting them to be in touch until the onward travel arrangements to England have been made.'

'I'll follow it up at the HQ meeting tomorrow, but it doesn't surprise me too much. If only Jennings is arriving, probably means it can be arranged at short notice. Anyway, we'd better finalise these plans, so we can brief the team asap; be ready to go at short notice then. Which landing site do you want to cover?'

'I'll take this one, its smaller and deeper to spread the guys around more easily, assuming there is good cover.'

'There is, and I think you'll find these are the best locations.' John marked them on the map. 'It's not a big area, so you'll have enough time to decide for yourself on the day.'

'When will the teams be finalised and make contact? I'd rather meet them well away from here – Belfast HQ would suit.'

'With the unknown timescale, that's difficult to say, agree Belfast makes sense. I'll try and set that up in case ISS move quickly, even if it means some of those selected will be replaced on the day. From my understanding of what we've got on over the next few weeks, that shouldn't arise.'

Plans concluded, John left to travel to Belfast and on to London. Lucy was frustrated by the lack of action, it felt like something big, although with only Jennings expected and travelling on to London with a small Irish team, how big could it be?

Workshop, suburbs of Riyadh, Saudi Arabia.

Alex Jennings was standing in front of a large workbench. Seated in front of him were ten men of varying nationalities. He had an array of electronic equipment on the bench, and resumed work on the small, metal suitcase which lay open.

'Okay, so you've seen how we build up the actual bomb from some pretty basic components. Until grouped together, they are hard to distinguish from personal items most people carry when travelling. A few basic toiletries, most men consider necessary these days, and common electrical devices. If you haven't understood this already, you'd better come to terms with it now. When travelling to your allocated destinations it is essential you are clean shaven. Carrying these items in your suitcase with your current beards could raise suspicion. I appreciate this is against our faith but, not only is this necessary for the reason just given, it will make you less easy to identify when the beard is regrown. Passports have been produced for all of you showing you as clean shaven, and on tourist visas where necessary. Any questions?'

One hand was reluctantly raised. 'If I don't in my heart of hearts feel I can do this, what then?'

'Simple, you leave the room now and will be kept securely until this mission is over. Anyone else? Thought not. Now, so far if you make a mistake in the build its not fatal, minor detonation at worst but you will still be alive. The next bit is the tricky part, once you begin to connect the separate sections in the suitcase it becomes volatile, nothing major as it's only the trigger explosive, but enough to blow your hands off. The dangerous part is when we load the main explosive, and some are very big owing to the size of the selected targets. This linking together of the components is detailed work, needs your full attention and a steady hand. I'll finish this one off showing you how the main explosive is attached but won't complete that stage, as we don't want any accidents in this environment.'

'Are we only getting this one chance to watch a complete build?'

'Yes, but you will be doing several builds over the next couple of days under my watchful eye. We won't be going anywhere until I'm satisfied you can all do this competently. Much depends on you, if our overall goals are to be achieved.'

Having finished the build in the suitcase, Alex disarmed it. He then organised the men at separate workbenches to put the basic parts together for him to check over on completion. He had to be certain they could do this on their own, no watching or copying others.

In the back room, Omar El-Hashem and Kassim were waiting.

'How's it going Alex?'

'Early days, they're all competent electrical engineers with a good grounding in computer technology, I'm not expecting any problems. Some will be nervous, as they are dealing with explosives, but familiarity will cure that.'

'When will you be ready, as the logistics to be arranged will need some co-ordination? My plan is for explosions to take place at significant religious monuments, covering most major religions on the first day of Ramadan. That's four weeks away.'

'Can you allow me a week of that? May not need it as confidence will grow daily, but rather have more time than should be necessary?'

'Think I can allow you that. The bids for renewal of the armament contracts will be in before Ramadan. These explosions will demonstrate to Khalid Bousaid and the rest of the government, that the Americans winning part of the contract is essential, replacing some of the dated technology we are expecting from the British.'

'Right I'd better get back to them, unless you need me for anything else? Oh, one other thing, for all locations we need larger explosives than a team can sensibly carry, assume you are organising that with secure communications, following the detailed plans I've provided? I'm showing them how to wire up the triggers, which will make a big bang, but not enough to bring down the substantial buildings we are targeting without the additional explosives I've specified from the structural plans you gave me.

'Rest assured Alex, all that is in place, including those you will need in London. Excuse us as we have some other business to attend to. Colleagues will be arriving at my house shortly; I need to prepare.'

'Understood. Have you heard any more from the Americans recently?'

'No, and that's one of the things we will be discussing. No news is good news, so they say, but I've never believed that saying, so will be checking up.'

Consolidated Industries, Detroit.

'Good of you to rearrange your diary Suma, appreciate you joining us.' Conrad Schulz was at his most genial. 'With a short time now to submission, I want to nail the remaining issues we have identified which need urgent resolution. I've been chased by Omar El-Hashem for an update. He made reassuring noises, but he pressed on our facility issues and technology aspects of the personal protection proposal. Sounds like a leak to me, his concerns are so specific and real to us. Anything from your perspective Suma on this?'

'Following our phone call Conrad, I've reviewed all the technical work we are doing on the personal protection proposal and conclude its on track. The demonstration models meet all the contract requirements; I am confident they'll be no problems on our side.'

'That's very reassuring Suma, clearly my technical team aren't up to date with how far advanced you are. I would appreciate a sub meeting between you and my team, to make sure we're all on the same page by the time we wind up tonight. I'll continue with the other problems we need to address and will put you fully in the picture in the wind-up session. Okay with you?'

'Fine, presume it would be better if we used a separate room?'

'Sure, Malcolm would you, and anyone else you want from your team, get together with Suma in the small board room. No pressure on time from me, I want you all to be completely satisfied where we are on this.'

After the small group left, Conrad continued. 'Right, where are we on bringing our factories up to full operational capacity. Let's start with the security aspects – Robert what can you tell us?'

'It's complicated Conrad, going to take a while.'

'You've got my full attention, and as much time as it takes.'

Robert began to recount what he'd found out from his former colleagues in the CIA, and after many interruptions tried to bring it all together.

'As you can see, it's a complex picture and what's going on in Europe appears to be an additional factor. This group EGC, which you've all heard of through their activities at G20 summits and other international meetings, have spread their wings to unsettle the many disgruntled people around the world at the way big business is affecting their lives. Everything from disappearing jobs to private information not being secure. Areas of the USA, such as those we operate in, are an open door for these people. Most of the communities are poor, living from hand to mouth, with little civic support. EGC have somehow got hold of the contracts we are working on and are spreading the message we'll move out, once these are awarded, to places where cheaper production can be achieved; some part of the world with lower wage rates. One of the worrying aspects is that the local Antifa trade union group have started to take an interest. As you know, we don't recognise any trade union but that doesn't stop them recruiting, particularly among our black employees, which are the majority.'

'Jeb has already told me that Antifa are taking an interest in us, beats me as to why?' Conrad asked incredulously, 'I know these guys have very anti-right-wing politics but struggle to see why they would target us?'

'With all due respect Conrad, you and all the management team, including me, have a lifestyle light years away from the lives of our average employee. This has been emphasised while we slowly bring the factories back on line, reduced hours, no overtime, it's hit a lot of them hard. They're ripe for protest, even destructive action, if we don't get them on side and soon.'

'Well, they are going about this in a way which will be self-fulfilling unless we can effectively counter this story.' Conrad's mood had changed, realising how difficult this would be in the time available before production needed to be in full swing. 'What support are the FBI, CIA, whoever, able to give us to overcome this in our neck of the woods?'

'Very little I'm afraid, it's very political and action taken by the authorities is geared towards state level, not individual towns and cities. Also, we have to recognise that the authorities are not seen in a good light. Hints they're supporting us could give the wrong message. That's the bad news. The good news is, if we can persuade community leaders, including some of our long serving employees, that we are here to stay and winning these contracts makes that position even more secure, we may just win this particular battle.'

'That's all we need for now Robert; the war can wait. Next steps?'

'I've be in touch with HR and Communications outlining what we need to do, we're meeting to knock up a plan for your approval Conrad.'

'That's an encouraging start. Now facilities, what's stopping us getting these factories fully operational? I thought we authorised the necessary rebuilding work months ago, with most of it paid for by the insurance monies. I'm disappointed these delays haven't been brought to the Board's attention before now. Why is that?'

Kirk Dorman moved uneasily in his seat. 'That's unfortunate Conrad and I apologise for this position. The setbacks at the time seemed minor, building worker strikes, small areas of sabotage demolishing a month's work, machinery commissioning failing routine checks and others. These are not excuses and each one has been reported at the monthly production meetings. However, over riding all this, we just didn't need the capacity on stream at the time, there was no urgency, we were saving money paying lay off wages only. Robert's report puts all this into a different light. It seems likely this EGC group, and/or Antifa, are behind the troubles we've been having, and countering their disruptions will be a major factor in getting production up and running again. In that regard, I have a suggestion to aid Robert's initiative. Offer to make good the staff's wages to what they would have been, assuming production had been at normal levels. I've no doubt there will be arguments about what normal level is, perhaps we could err on the workers' side to get them, and more particularly, their leaders on board.'

'I can see the sense in that, a goodwill offer, to get us back to the harmonious operation we were. Anyone disagree? No? Include that will you Lottie, as part of the plan you're working on with Robert and others. It will need to be fully costed, with a sound business case to get it through the full Board.'

Head of HR, Lottie Greenwood was not happy. 'That's a lot of work within a very short timescale Conrad, are you confident the Board will accept it when finalised?'

'As sure as I can be of anything at present, Lottie. I'm afraid we're all in for a lot of long hours to get things back on track. Kirk, it's probably shutting the stable door after the horse has bolted, but we'll have to review the reporting procedures upwards from monthly departmental meetings. That applies to all of you, we can't find ourselves in this situation again when we are at the final stages of major contract negotiations. Now production please Sam'

Sam Miller circulated his latest critical path analysis, based on his understanding of when production needed to be up to speed, to ensure the contract requirements would be met.

'The one bit of information I'm uncertain of is the crucial one, how soon the Saudi's will make a decision to award? I've geared this to the date the current contract expires, including the six-month extension they've already advised, and we're well into that period now. As we are hoping to get part of the contract and it's a new award, I've assumed they will have to award by current contract expiry.'

'Think that's a sensible assumption Sam, any disagreements?'

'Well if I can take that as read for the purposes of this plan, I need all facilities work completed in six weeks. With what was discussed on pay and continuing unemployment in the areas of our plants, can't see any problems with increasing the workforce. Do you Lottie?'

'I'll give you a better view on that when I've worked through your skills schedule but, in principle, shouldn't be one of our major concerns.'

'Nearly tempted to tick that one off my list, but think I'll leave everything open for now. Let's see how our technology colleagues are getting on.' Conrad was sounding a lot happier than at the start of the meeting. He turned to his PA, 'Lauren would you mind?'

All the male eyes watched her move to the door and renewed their dreamy gaze as she came back in. 'Another fifteen minutes and they'll be ready to summarise where they are, Conrad.'

'Great does that give you time to review your notes and produce something for us all, particularly for Suma, to take away? Then you can add the IT bits, making any other changes you receive and distribute for the next meeting tomorrow.'

'No problem Conrad.' She knew full well everyone would be watching as she left the room.

'I want to make these meetings daily until the contract is submitted. I appreciate not everything will be 100% pinned down before submission, but darn sure we need to be certain we've thought of everything we possibly can.'

The IT team returned, joining the others around the impressive Board table. 'Let's have your view of where we are Suma, then we'll hear from Malcolm to be sure we're all on the same hymn sheet.' Conrad gestured for Suma to take the floor.

'Hope you'll all find this enlightening, us IT boys couldn't resist putting together a presentation, think you'll find we are all agreed on where we are. Malcolm, if any of your team want to comment, I don't mind the interruption, it's probably best we deal with things that arise at the time, rather than going back to them later. Okay, so first I'll summarise the contract requirements, then deal with each in turn, to ensure we all understand whether we're on target to achieve or not. Any doubts or queries by anyone, just speak up. I want to get this sorted and agreed between us today, as my firm still have the cyber security aspects of the contract to complete. Therefore, don't want to be distracted by coming back to this, unless it's something we all agree needs further work.'

There was little comment on the presentation. Suma read quickly through the summary of the other meeting Lauren had prepared.

'Seems you've got quite a bit to do Conrad, keep me in the loop. You're the main contractor and all my company's work goes down the pan if you don't deliver,'

'I believe we are all aware our jobs depend on getting this right, it will have our full attention to ensure that happens. You're also correct that we have a lot to do and little time to do it. This is a high-profile contract for us all, and the rewards for success are enormous; we will succeed, we most definitely will. Anything else before we close? No, then Lauren will pull both sets of notes together, incorporating any comments anyone has, including updates by lunchtime tomorrow. For your information Suma, we will be meeting daily at 5pm. You're welcome to join us any time, and full notes will be circulated to all of you the next day.'

Conrad looked slowly around the room and saw the tired looks on his manager's faces. No doubt reflecting on the hard slog ahead of them.

'Right, anything else? If not, I'll declare the meeting closed. Thank you everyone. Malcolm will you hang on for a few minutes.'

When everyone had left the room, Malcolm remained nervously in his seat, Conrad spoke. 'I have to confess Malcolm, I understood little of Suma's presentation, so the question is, did you?'

'Not all, I've agreed with my team we'll review it against notes taken and involve others in the department who have knowledge in specific areas of this work. Then we'll ask to meet Suma and his team, to thrash out any items we're not clear on.'

'Okay, I'm happy with that approach, we must understand Suma's software 100%, to be sure it's totally compatible with the hardware we're building.'

'Ahead of you on that one Conrad. Right now, I can't give you assurance on that.'

'I'm sure you know we've got to get that assurance in place before the Board will sign off our bid Malcom; along with all these other things that have fallen out of the woodwork. Think that's all we can do tonight. Thanks for being honest with me.'

Malcolm left and a few minutes later Lauren returned. 'Your wife's left a couple of messages.'

'Okay, I'll ring her now, I don't fancy the trip back home tonight, have to be back here early.'

'Shall I book the usual hotel?'

'Yes, tidy up here, then will go for a couple of drinks, eat and bed, okay with you?'

'Best offer I've had today.'

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Later in bed, exhausted by the day and their recent activity, Conrad asked 'Why do you do this Lauren? You're a very attractive lady, early thirties, extremely competent and loyal. I'm over fifty, overweight, never been what you'd call handsome and, you know I won't leave Amanda and the kids.'

'Ah, so little understanding of women Conrad. I don't want the ties of marriage or children, not in the short term anyway. Sex when I want it, on my terms is great, but I don't want to share my bed or my home with a man every day. As to why you? You're available and have power over others, I just love that, especially as you don't abuse it, you're considerate and kind, something I've not found before in men who run big organisations. However, I don't want to share all aspects of my life with you.'

'If it works for you, it definitely works for me, on that happy note, time for sleep.' He rolled towards her and kissed her lightly.

Lauren was soon asleep, but Conrad wasn't. At first, he dwelt on their relationship, he had to put a stop to it, without having the first idea of how to manage without her. Perhaps the mess he'd uncovered today would do it for him. If this contract went tits up, he'd be out on his ear then he wouldn't have much power over anything. The armaments business was a small world and with one big contract failure, he'd never get a responsible job in the industry again. Christ so much to do, so much out of his control, the others know they've screwed up as well, they'd better get this back on track and soon.

Cyber Security Systems HQ, Seattle, USA.

'I've called this meeting to update you on my visit to Consolidated Industries yesterday. You have the notes in your folders, so we'll take a few minutes to read them before I formally open the meeting.'

Suma left the meeting, leaving the five top members of his team, all of whom had Jewish ancestry somewhere in their family history, to review the notes. He had no doubt there would be an animated discussion in his absence. The links he'd created with Consolidated were not universally popular.

When he returned the room was buzzing, the head of technology, Abraham Levi was the first to speak.

'This is very concerning Suma. You know my feelings about making our cyber technology available to the Saudis, I'm sure at some stage it will be used against us. With your background in Mossad, I continue to be amazed by your willingness to get involved in this contract. I warned you about Conrad Schulz, I was dimly aware of his grandfather's suspected role at Dachau, which I confirmed to you some time ago, and now this. The man is clearly incompetent.'

'Calm Abraham, calm. If Consolidated Industries don't get their act together we will simply withdraw from the contract. It will be a financial blow and although perhaps you don't see that way, a blow to the future of Israel.'

Other members of the meeting looked puzzled by Suma's last remark but allowed it to pass without further comment. Most supported Abraham's view on providing cyber protection support to the Saudis. Although not all fully understood the technology, the general view was it could be used against Israel, or help other Arab nations opposed to their existence.

Suma continued. 'As the notes say, Conrad's team will meet daily, and we are welcome to attend. I will do so in a couple of days to see how things are going. Notes of the daily meetings will be available to you, if any of you want to attend, you only need to ask. Abraham, I have a feeling they will request a meeting with you and me, as I'm certain Malcom Petrie and his team struggled to understand how the software we've developed, actually works.'

'That's fine with me, but having reviewed your presentation, if they don't understand it that's their problem. I can only go over it again and watch their eyes glaze over.'

The others laughed, Suma brought them back to reality. 'But Abraham, they must understand the detailed concepts, otherwise hardware and software will never work properly together. They don't need to understand how the algorithms are put together or the code, that's our job. Let's be a little more sympathetic, horses for courses eh!'

'Okay, but I shan't lose any sleep if we have to pull out of this contract.'

You might not but I will, mused Suma, before bringing the meeting to a close.

MI6 HQ London.

The assembled group waited patiently, not certain what for, but it was clear the meeting was not to start just yet. Five minutes later Max Murray opened the door, 'Apologies everyone for keeping you waiting, thought I'd sit in on this one. John shall we start with your report.'

John Holden was surprised, the old man didn't normally attend meetings at this level, something must be up if he's committing time to it.

'I have two projects to report on', he began. 'I'll start with the ISS group in Ireland as there's not much happened there since we last met. Lucy Robertson, who you all know, is operating inside the Galway cell, is certain they don't trust her and only tolerate her for the role she is to play, as Jennings wife, to get him into England. This means we only get limited information and late in the day to take appropriate action,'

'Does this pose a risk to our plans John?' Max asked.

'I don't think so, no one seems to have taken the trouble to follow her to the cottage, no unexpected visitors late at night. They are very security conscious, normally a small cell like this one shares all information with the team. Michael O'Leary doesn't do this, keeps his cards close to his chest, need to know basis only. Lucy is struggling to feel involved and this limits her ability to relay reliable information to us.

Regarding the arrival of Jennings, we're waiting for an update on this. I've recced the most likely landing places, I think only two are logistically feasible. Lucy is leading one team and I'll take the second, at the other location. We're planning six-man teams, there is plenty of cover, giving us an element of surprise. Lifting him should be straightforward.'

'Latest intel is it will be tomorrow night John.' Max again. 'You're briefing the teams tomorrow in Belfast, I understand. Should have confirmation around the same time. Although I want Lucy to be involved in this, it's imperative neither Jennings nor any of his supports see her. Team leader but co-ordinating only, not physically part of the actual pick up. If seen, it will jeopardise her continuing with that ISS group. I expect Irish security forces will close it down soon after we've got Jennings but, in the meantime prefer to maintain her cover for as long as possible.'

'Understood Max, these small cells seem to be cropping up in quite a few places and having her available to join another would be good – concoct a story around her escaping, on the run perhaps from the Irish security services.'

'I'm sure we can arrange that; now what about EGC?'

'From what Josh Slater reported, they are on the move, planning to hit five refugee camps in Greece, five in Italy, two in France and one in Spain. We don't yet know the specific camps, except for the one near Turin, as Josh is on the hit team.'

'Any ideas on action planned?'

'Nothing specific, stir up trouble in the actual refugee camps, with the objective of them causing even more of a nuisance than usual to the local population. Then, with a bit of encouragement to both sides, all hell's let loose. I'm assuming this will include providing arms to both refugees and locals, to ensure the clashes are serious. Probably using vehicles against both sides to mow down people. Once we know the locations, perhaps the authorities can impose a curfew and security clampdown to keep a lid on this. Can see its possible in France and Spain; but Greece and possibly Italy will prove difficult, if not impossible to contain, with the number of camps involved.'

Everyone looked towards Max. 'We are in regular contact with both Interpol and Europol. I've relayed your initial report already John. Army and Police in the affected countries are on high alert with all leave cancelled, so it's urgent we find the camps involved, to avoid wasted resources. I appreciate we must be careful in contacting Josh, in case we blow his cover, but this is a priority, so take whatever action you feel is necessary to get the information.'

'The problem is EGC have no reason to advise Josh of the locations, even the one he's involved in, we're grateful they have but he's our only plant so far. It's probable, even at branch level, only leaders know their targets, to find out more we must infiltrate at a higher level – not a quick process. Have Interpol or Europol not got anyone on the inside?'

'That's what they say, I can't see why they'd hold out on us, particularly with this latest development. As soon as we wind up I'll contact the PM to see if any political channels can help us. Unless you've anything to add John, suggest we leave it there. I'll contact you at Belfast HQ with an update. Thank you everyone'

Five minutes later Max Murray was on the phone to Sarah Crosby.

CIA HQ Langley, Virginia, USA.

Deputy director Chuck Davidson was on the phone to the office in Detroit. 'Troy, I really need your help on this, I'm under considerable pressure from the Pentagon to understand what is happening at Consolidated Industries' factories. Don Newman, who among other things, has overall responsibility for the digital and cyber aspects of our defence systems has got his teeth into this, and is on my back. So, what do you know?'

'Antifa are becoming more active in Detroit Chuck, that's for sure. The annual parade, involving local businesses and community groups had to be cancelled a month ago. Didn't get much publicity nationally, but we understand pressure was put on the Mayor that if the business floats went ahead, particularly Consolidated Industries, Antifa would ensure major disruption, blocking roads to prevent the parade continuing. The Mayor consulted with community groups, they decided any sort of protest would be counterproductive to the ethos behind the parade, damage their continuing work aimed at ensuring everyone rubs along with everyone else.'

'So, the Mayor took the easy option and cancelled the parade.' Chuck Davidson was keen to move on.

'Yes, but they split it down into local areas. Much smaller and mainly community floats, nothing with a political or business message, just an excuse for everyone to have a good time and it worked, for now.'

'What do you mean for now, I need to get to the real issues Troy.' Chuck sounded impatient.

'Just trying to give you some background Chuck, bear with me. The word on the street is the Mayor's action pissed off some of the local Antifa, particularly as they were going to use this as the platform to start the eventual close down of Consolidated Industries.'

'Come on Troy, that's a bit far-fetched, Consolidated Industries is one of the largest and most respected defence operators in the US, possibly even the world.'

'Appreciate that Chuck, and that's the point. At the request of their head of security Robert Faulkner, we've been doing some clandestine work around troubles at their factories here in Detroit. Not given it much priority, maybe need to up resources as those two fires they had a while back are beginning to look like arson, on top of continuing small acts of sabotage. There seems to be some evidence that EGC are influencing this; you know the anti-capitalist group based in Germany.'

'Yes, I've heard of them, go on.'

'Well maybe that was the start, working in the background to bring Consolidated Industries down by using Antifa.'

'Why? Consolidated Industries is one of the few that have maintained faith in the future of Detroit; bring that down and it will be even more of a shit hole than it's been for the last twenty years?'

'Appears they are working on some major defence contract that EGC thinks is representative of everything they're against. Assume that's why you're ringing me, you said it was pressure from the Pentagon.'

'That's right, I don't know much detail, but gather it's one the US has been trying to crack for years, and this time it should happen. It's imperative the Consolidated Industries' factories can demonstrate great worker support and flexibility, just now it seems the exact opposite of that. What can we do to bring things back in line?'

'I'll check with Robert what they are doing internally and how well that's going. I think we need to take out the EGC element as soon as possible, without causing a stir. Antifa are not strong around here, but doesn't take much to change that as you'll gather from the problem with the annual parade. We know they kicked the local union leaders into action, and recruitment campaigns are running. There are strong rumours that if Consolidated Industries do win this contract, they'll cut and run at some stage, to reduce costs, maybe even take the work abroad. Mexico is a hot favourite I understand.'

'Okay, I'll make some inquiries as to whether we could get US based production into the contract. Consolidated Industries may not like it, but it could help them get those factories up to speed. I'll also check policy on lifting local Antifa guys, maybe EGC as well, if there are any. Both would be politically sensitive; hence the need to get high level sign off.'

'We've a few names we can start with, when you've got clearance, but guess there are others we know nothing about. We've no one on the inside and it may take us some time to do that.'

'Think London have made some inroads there, at least in Europe. I'll add that to the next weekly call with them, see if that throws more light on what we are up against. I'll be in touch soon. Be obliged if you'd give this priority, so we know as much as we can later this week.'

'Will do, bye for now.' Troy replaced the receiver and swore, more late nights and I promised Anne things were getting better. His first call was to Robert Faulkner.

Kilkieran Bay, Ireland – 2 days later.

It was approaching 9pm when the armoured Land Rovers parked up. Lucy had identified a deserted croft, about half a mile from the coast where the landing might be made and hid the vehicle in a rotting barn. The team moved silently towards the beach, keeping a distance apart to reduce the chance of them being seen.

John Holden was similarly parked up and moving towards the other expected landing area. Once on the move, he radioed Lucy to check everything was happening as planned. Lucy reported they were already concealed in the scrub at the back of the beach, with good visual out to sea. The sea was calm, the lights of a couple of small ships visible someway off shore; didn't look like they were preparing a landing of any sort, but the team had them under surveillance.

Holden's team arrived at the other beach a little later and settled into identified hiding places. The ships Lucy had referred to were visible, far out, moving slowly past. Looked like a long night ahead of them.

Two hours later, Lucy was on the radio, small ship much further inland but appeared to be going past her position no sign of turning or stopping. John's lookout post spotted it.

'Looks like it's heading towards the shore, I'll confirm when it's rounded the headland and fully in view. Over'

'Roger that. If you confirm it looks like preparing for a landing, radio silence after that everyone. You all know what you're required to do, we must lift this guy with the minimum of fuss and noise. Understood. Over'

On board the ship preparations were being made to off load the rib.

'According to the charts this beach is a shallow slope. We will launch you about half a mile off shore. Once the rib is in the water, we'll make the light signal and provided the return signal is made, you go. Gentle revs, we don't want the noise from a screaming engine waking the locals. There's no rush, as long as the landing is completed in darkness. The sea is fairly calm and the shoreline visible in this light. No need to panic, its straightforward and the rib will be driven onto the beach to allow you to step ashore before it returns. Any questions? No, good, get ready won't be long now'.

The radio came to life again. 'Looks like they're lowering a rib over the side, seems to be a lot of activity around it, more hostiles on board than we were expecting. Over.'

'Roger Corporal. John Holden was concerned. 'Once the rib sets off, let me have a rough headcount of the number on board, may have to change plan if it's more than half a dozen. Over'

'Roger. Difficult to say but the rib looks much bigger than the briefing indicated. Over.'

Each man in the team was tense. The briefing expected only one man to land, max two. If it was many more, even with the element of surprise, a team of six would have its hands full. Made the likelihood of a fire fight more likely, the last thing they wanted.

'The rib's setting off, too far away to say how many on board yet but looks like quite a few. Range from me is currently seven hundred metres. I'll give a definitive number at four hundred and fifty metres. The rib is moving slowly, looks like they want a quiet arrival. Over.'

At four hundred and fifty metres, the Corporal confirmed there were at least twenty-five people on board, he could see some were armed, but not sure what with. John Holden was on the radio as soon as the message was received.

'Lucy, doesn't look like our info is correct. The landing group is over twenty and armed. Get your team over here as soon as. They'll have to drive without lights, shouldn't be a problem over the rough track, just take it steady. You are to return to the cottage. That's an order, with this size of landing party, we may have casualties. You need to remain embedded in the local ISS group. If we don't grab Jennings tonight, presume whatever their planning with him will still go ahead, so we need you on the inside.'

'Okay John, it will take me some time to get back to the cottage once my team drop me off on the way over to you. Good luck.'

The armoured Land Rover rolled to a standstill, as Lucy climbed out of the passenger seat. Corporal Gurney dropped her pack and sub machine gun over the rear tailgate, she moved quickly to collect them. The atmosphere in the vehicle was tense, they'd all been briefed on the changed circumstances of the drop. Lifting anyone from a unit of potentially twenty odd hostiles was not going to be easy. Nothing was said as Lucy waved towards the slow-moving vehicle rolling forward, along the dirt track.

Reluctantly she turned and headed towards her cottage, three miles away over rough ground, cursing the desk jockeys at GCHQ. How could they get this so wrong?

The rib was nearly at the water's edge, as the Land Rover was spotted by Sergeant Johnson, Holden's number two and delegated to organise the second team on arrival. He ran over as it slowed, waving frantically to prevent it moving further.

Lieutenant Ferguson wound down the window and asked. 'How's everything looking, shall I leave it here, or is there somewhere with better cover?'

'If you go about twenty metres further on, the road dips down and we're pulled over on the left. Completely screened from the beach by bushes and not too visible to anyone approaching from the land side. Give it a minute or so, as the rib is about to beach. The resultant noise will help you park up and unload without being noticed. Head back to me, as I should have an idea of how many have actually landed and how big a problem that gives us. Have you got the briefing map of this site, Sir?'

Ferguson leant over and produced it from the passenger seat where Lucy had left it and received brief instructions of where the rest of Holden's men were concealed.

'Right the rib's being held against the beach by engine power, time for you to park up.'

A few minutes later they met up again with Sergeant Johnson, still surveying the scene on the shore.

'Shit, I've counted twenty-two offloaded, not sure what arms they have and the rib's heading back to the ship. Right now they seem a bit disorientated, remaining as a group on the beach. Boss says he wants to leave moving in on them for as long as possible, preferably until the rib has re-joined the ship and progressed out of the bay. I suggest we just monitor the situation from here. If they split up and start to move out, we can decide which group we round up, hopefully without it turning into a major fire fight, as per the original plan, despite the increase in numbers.'

'While we're waiting can we recap on where the rest of your group are Sergeant, in order to identify the weak points when the hostiles do move?'

'Yes sir, the west side has more cover, so that end is easier for our guys to move forward unseen and possibly ambush any trying to leave in that direction. The eastern side is where we are at risk. You can see from here how flat it is, limited cover, so maybe we'll move over to that side along this track, that way we won't lose sight of them.'

As, they moved off, so did the party on the beach but as one group, no attempt to split up. They were moving slowly towards the flat eastern section, talking among themselves, totally unware of the armed special forces watching their every move.

John Holden had signalled his men to move to the east, maintaining such cover as was available. He'd spotted the arrival of Lucy's team and now risked radio contact. 'Assume you can see which way the group is moving Sergeant, and we are following at a discrete distance? Not many seem to be armed, it all appears too casual for a clandestine drop, not sure what is going on. You try to get ahead of them, so we have a party in front and one behind. Two flashes on the signal lamp means it's time to stop them before they get too far inland. Over'

'Roger that.' Quickly the men spread out from the track, so they'd be able to maintain visual contact with each other but remain concealed from the advancing party. They watched as eventually the party found their way to the dirt track, then continued to walk along it.

The Sergeant knew the track soon sloped down, an ideal place for an ambush and anticipated the two flashes of light, which duly came. Ferguson and three more suddenly appeared in front of the hostiles, lighting the scene with powerful torches. Those at the front turned to run back, only to be flooded by light from John Holden's group, the weapons of the special forces men clearly visible.

'Don't shoot, we're not armed, please.' One of them cried out.

'Lie down, all of you.' Was the only response they received, as more soldiers came out from their cover.

The party was slow to comply, so the nearest was knocked to the ground, the others soon lay down as ordered.

'Powers, Connelly, Johnson check them for weapons of any sort, the rest of you keep them covered.' Holden's brisk command was not understood by all the prone group and some briefly resisted being searched. This revealed some of the party we're women and children.

One risked raising his head. 'Sir we are unarmed, we're refugees from Yemen, we've paid to get to Ireland and then on to the UK.'

'Christ what a fuckup. Someone's pulled a fast one on us, we've been sent on a wild goose chase while the real landing is somewhere else.' John Holden was furious. 'Get onto control and get them to send a wagon to pick this lot up and some of you as well, I'm taking one of the vehicles. Catch up with you back at base.'

As he was about to leave, Holden heard another engine fire into life. 'There goes our mystery light signaller to the ship, laughing his head off no doubt.' He said under his breath.

Some of the refugees started to rise but the raised weapons changed their minds. 'Sorry boys and girls but we stay as we are until the wagon arrives.' The Sergeant had already taken control.

Lucy Robertson's cottage – the same evening.

The sound of a vehicle approaching put Lucy on full alert. It was approaching fast and skidded to a halt. John Holden didn't bother to knock and burst through the front door.

'Lucy, Lucy, where are you?' A door creaked open behind him and he whirled around to find himself staring down the barrel of Lucy's sub machine gun, as she emerged from the under stairs cupboard.

'What happened to the undercover approach? What if someone from ISS was here. My cover would have been blown.' Lucy was fuming.

'I'm worried it already has, that's why I came so quickly.' John recounted the evenings events to an incredulous Lucy.

'How can they have got it so wrong, what the hell do we do now?'

'Let's consider what we know and try to decide a way forward.' Holden was calmer now, beginning to think rationally. 'The obvious thing is this was a well-planned diversion, false information fed to our sources, so even GCHQ was misled. Jennings has arrived by some other means. If the ISS original plan is still in place, presumably they'll contact you soon. Can you touch base with them and ascertain if he's arrived?'

'No, I'm not trusted with any of their contact details. They leave a message on the phone they provided, I merely confirm the arrangement demanded. Not great but that's the way it works.'

'Okay, so we'll know if he's here already if they contact you pretty soon. How about this for an alternative scenario. It was a diversionary tactic; its only objective was to find out if we had infiltrated them and turning up tonight confirmed that. If that's the case, it gives us quite a problem as we've no idea how much they know about our contacts. If Jennings hasn't yet arrived this will confirm that was the sole purpose of this evening's activity. How about that?'

'Possible and if they don't contact me in the next day or so, we can assume you are right. However, even if Jennings has arrived doesn't mean this wasn't planned to test how much we know. Either way, we'll have to alert all involved they are at risk of discovery, any alternatives?'

'The refugees we picked up will be interrogated to find out how genuine they are. It's possible one or more are a plant, may know more about the drop than innocent refugees would. A lot of Yemenis aren't exactly keen on Saudi Arabia, as they're the main cause of the refugee problem. On the other hand, ISS is Sunni based, same as Saudi, so could be a plant. Not sure we can do much more until they've been interrogated. Then, it's how quickly ISS contact you to advise Jennings is here. Do you agree Lucy?'

'On the understanding we alert all involved in this operation their cover may have been blown, make sure they take precautions accordingly, until we can confirm otherwise. Look John, we've known each other for a long time, worked together in a lot of difficult circumstances, always trusted each other, but I've never felt so alone on an operation. I've no real understanding of what we are doing here, what ISS are trying to achieve, frankly where is this going and what our end goal really is?'

'Come on Lucy, we've been here a few times before, we get our instructions from higher up in the food chain, they don't tell us all that's going on. But, they do trust us to assess the situation we're in, give us a lot of freedom to take the action we decide is necessary to fulfil our part.'

'True, just doesn't feel like that this time. There's so much waiting around with little action. I suppose it doesn't help that I know Michael O'Leary and the rest of local ISS don't trust me. I've felt exposed for a while now. Perhaps I'm one of the operatives who should be advised their cover is blown. After all, my part in foiling the assassination attempt on the Irish PM, might have been identified. What else do you know about all this, any idea as to what is really going on?'

'Don't suppose you've got any scotch, this could take a while?'

'Ice or water, don't want you drinking too much. That Land Rover has been here too long already.'

'Christ, I'd forgotten about that. I'll move it now to my usual hiding place. Give me half an hour to walk back – water with the scotch please.

When comfortably settled with their drinks, John Holden began. 'You know I shouldn't be telling you this, some you probably do know or have guessed, the rest possibly not, but as it's you, here goes. It's all a bit complicated with quite a few players involved, which makes it difficult to tie it all together, so if you want me to recap at any time just say'

John Holden was silent for a while seemingly contemplating his drink, trying to put what he knew into a logical order, then summarised as best he could.

'Let me start with the big picture. From the UK perspective, this revolves around the armament contract we've had with Saudi Arabia for decades, the lead supplier being British Development Industries as you know. The Americans are making a real effort to win part of this contract, with Consolidated Industries being the lead supplier. The bit they are going for covers mobile ground to air missiles, with all the latest lock on technology, heavily armoured all-terrain vehicles yet fast and light enough to cover ground quickly and finally, personal protection which has become more effective at providing warnings against IEDs, without the need to sweep. These are all areas we know the Yanks are equal to, possibly ahead of us, but the Saudis have always wanted the contract to be through one main supplier. Bringing in a separate supplier in these three areas is a big potential change. We know the Pentagon are keen to support Consolidated Industries in this, no surprise there. What worries Max, apart from not winning these parts of the contract, is who the Americans are using to advance their case - Omar El-Hashem.

Don't know if you've come across this character but we're convinced he's in touch with, even directing some of the Islamist terrorist groups, including ISS. In fact, we're as sure as we can be at this stage, that he is the one behind Jennings coming here but don't know why. Any indications from your meetings?'

'Can't add anything to what I've reported already John. Coming to Ireland, then onto the UK for reasons unknown, other than whatever it is, won't be good news.'

'Okay, I'll move on to the other aspect relevant to what we are doing. You've heard of EGC the anti-globalisation outfit and seen some of their work. They are preparing to up the ante in a big way, in their prime areas of activity within Europe. The refugee problem continues to get worse, there's limited agreement within the EU of what to do, with the latest initiatives still on the starting blocks. The countries suffering the highest influxes are at breaking point. This is not just in terms of the logistical and financial problems, there is real unrest and dissatisfaction among the civilian population, particularly those near to the ever-expanding number of refugee camps. Added to that, the fact the refugees aren't happy with progress, it's a powder keg waiting to explode, with EGC preparing to light the fuse. Again, the objective isn't clear, sure it won't take much to cause some very nasty clashes between the locals in the areas of the camps, and the refugees. No doubt the authorities are going to have problems controlling things but then what? Racial hatred overflows into a state of warfare, refugee mini states in Europe, disruption affecting business activity, increased unemployment – what?

One aspect which we're beginning to discount is these two strands working together. It appears EGC have lined up with Antifa in the US, and are attempting to disrupt Consolidated Industries factories in Detroit from getting back to normal working, following a major fire. If Omar El-Hashem really wants Consolidated Industries to win this contract, then he'll need their factories working full capacity to satisfy the demand, particularly in the initial few months.'

'What if wants them to underperform so they lose the contract and leaves the door open to introduce a supplier he controls in some way?' Lucy asked.

'Can't see that, if Consolidated Industries don't perform, I'd guarantee the contract will revert to British Development Industries, so all his work will have been for nothing.'

'Yep that makes sense. Suppose it all indicates they are two separate groups with totally different objectives, whatever those may really be. What timescales are we aware of?'

'Well, we've discussed the local ISS position, so we await their next step. With regards to the armaments contract, the Saudis are supposed to receive final tenders in around three weeks. They extended the existing contract for six months, that's not unusual and they may do it again but, in theory, award is only three months away. EGC are due to start their refugee camp campaign in the next week or so. Presume they are playing a long game in the States. You can see I know a bit more than you, but not much.'

'Looks like the next couple of weeks will tell us more, with most of it being totally outside of our control. I don't like being in this position. Now finish your drink and bugger off, there's a good boy.'

'What not offering to share your bed for the night, so we can try and unravel this mess.'

'Got it in one buddy. Shut the door behind you.'

John Holden had only just left when Lucy checked her ISS phone. 'The package has arrived, meet usual place 9am sharp.'

# Chapter 4

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# The Next two Weeks

European Intelligence Agencies Video Call.

'I'm not suggesting you are holding out on me, but are you categorically stating that neither Europol nor Interpol has infiltrated any of the EGC groups known to operate in Europe, or anywhere come to that?' Max Murray was trying to conceal the mounting frustration he felt.

'That's right Max, although Britain is no longer part of the EU, we do value your contribution to the security issues we all face. We are not holding out on you.' Pierre Berger head of Europol was conscious of Max's frustration. 'We have taken very seriously your reports on the action EGC are planning, with police and military in the countries you have named on full alert; we will be grateful for any update. Anything to add Gabriela from an Interpol perspective?'

'In accordance with our brief Max, Interpol doesn't yet have field operatives involved in counter terrorism. We rely heavily on Europol and indeed your good selves for the valued work in that area. Give us the names and places, then we can act quickly to round up these people. Co-operation within Europe is excellent from that perspective.' Gabriela Garcia, head of Interpol, was the only other person on the call.

Pierre Berger continued. 'If I'm honest, I think some countries in Europe are becoming more jingoistic, with security one of the first areas to suffer a withdrawal of co-operation. Consequently, Europol suffers from a reluctance, by some member states, to get on board with everything we believe is necessary to make Europe more secure. Local politics, human rights issues, red tape and so on, don't help, something you're glad to be out of I'm sure.'

'Well, I don't think us Brits suffered from those problems in the security arena, even when we were in the EU, probably because we continued to row our own boat. Despite what you say Pierre, I find it hard to believe in today's climate, you don't get all the support and resources required?'

'Ah, those were the days. As I've already said, the increased security tension in Europe has increased nationalistic tendencies, rather than co-operation. It's not a major hindrance once we have something concrete we need to action, but we've not made the advances you would expect, in the situation we face today on a number of fronts.'

'Understood, so let's move on, what do we know and what can we do about it. We have the one operative in the Berlin group, he has provided a view on the countries and number of camps likely to be involved in the action and, named the one outside of Turin as a definite. Currently, we have to treat this information with caution, as the source is not that reliable. However, have you been able to identify the most likely camps to be involved in this, Pierre?'

'Working with the governments concerned on size of camp, recent history of conflicts between locals and refugees and those with the highest proportion of single men in the camps, we believe we have done that, apart from the one in Spain. There we think there are three possibilities.'

Gabriela added, 'that's my home country and whilst I can't discount any of the three, Pierre's team have put forward, my inclination is the one outside of Barcelona. There we have the added aspect of Catalonian independence to include in the mix.'

'Makes sense. Let's move on to what we expect to happen. I think we all agree the action will be broadly similar at each location, although no doubt some variations will occur when this all kicks off. It's important we recognise the action EGC are planning is intended to be a catalyst for civil revolt, therefore the direction this will take is unpredictable. Those on the ground will have to maintain good discipline and strong command, to respond to whatever develops. Nevertheless, let's review how we think this is going to start. Our man in Berlin has no specific instructions on this, but the areas they've been trained in lead us to believe it will be along the lines of the dossier I forwarded. So perhaps we could go through that in some detail?'

'Sure Max, you take us through it.'

'The first and major initiative is to detain the members of EGC who will make up the groups involved. We are optimistic this can be done for the one controlled from Berlin, owing to our man on the inside. However, as each group is made up of members from various countries, whose identity may or may not be available to us, this may not prove totally successful. Regarding the other groups this approach is likely to be even less effective, unless we can capitalise on known troublemakers within EGC and interrogated them in time.'

The dossier continued on the assumption that stopping the groups before they could do anything, would prove unlikely. It set out how it was expected EGC would be able to achieve its desired goal in a short period of time, giving the authorities limited opportunity to keep, or regain control of the situation. Probably start with delivery of arms to young men in each camp, achieved by a small convoy of vans breaking through the secured entrance, then meeting known agitators at a pre- arranged location within the camp. The vans equipped with loudspeakers are left in the camp to stir up unrest, possibly used as weapons, as soon as there is a breakout from the camp.

Similar vans with weapons inside, expected to be parked up at a few strategic points in the immediate locality. These can be made available for use as soon as the refugees emerge from the camps. It's probable that agitators within the refugee community and locality have been identified, but to what extent they are involved in the planning and briefing, prior to the action itself is not known.

Members of EGC have received training as snipers, use of automatic weapons, hand grenades etc., to cause maximum havoc and panic amongst the many innocent people who will be caught up in this.

The first objective for the authorities is to prevent this getting started, by stopping the vans. Depending on how they are deployed, this may not be as simple as it sounds, as it's not only the secured entrances which could be used, but almost anywhere around the perimeter fence. In case the vans are not stopped, the authorities need to have armed personal inside the camp, to quell any violence before it gets started. This could create another problem, the presence of armed officers in the camp could prove inflammatory, inciting the same level of hostility EGC are intending to stir up. This also applies outside of the camps, in the immediate locality. Could be a major issue in any event but more so, if the refugee protests are not contained within the camps. Not knowing the precise times and indeed locations of the planned action complicates things. There is a risk of having a high level of police and military personnel in these areas, for an extended period, when they might be better used elsewhere. They will have to be flexible and mobile.

Once Max had finished going through the dossier, all three were silent for a minute or two. Then Pierre expressed what they were all thinking. 'Unfortunately, it all seems too easy for EGC to have considerable success, and we'll be left trying to deal with the consequences.'

Terry Driscoll's Office, Dublin \- Irish National Security Intelligence Section (NSIS).

'Max, what can I do for you?' Terry Driscoll was surprised that Max Murray had requested this call, he wasn't aware of any new security issue that might have prompted it.

'Thanks for agreeing this at short notice Terry, I want to run a couple of things past you to ensure you're up to speed, and I have the best view from the Irish perspective.' Max continued without waiting for a response. 'You are aware we picked up a party of Yemeni refugees rather than a certain package we were expecting. We've been interrogating them, which hasn't revealed much so far, they all seem to be genuine, very scared and took some time to get here. However, there is something fishy going on, we don't know for definite if the package has arrived. Certainly not by the route our information provided, instead we end up with refugees to process. They believe they were being taken to the UK, so the fact they haven't made it, is adding to their anxiety. With your agreement, I'd like to hand them over to your immigration authorities to be processed, making it clear they must apply for asylum in Ireland. Also, they need to understand they will be subject to the latest EU position on refugees – case heard and if it goes against them, returned to Yemen with no appeal. I'd like to try this approach to see if it yields more information on who arranged all this, rather than the usual security team's interrogation techniques to find out more.'

'I'll have to make a few calls Max, but can't see that being an issue, I'll get back to you within 24 hours. Anything else?'

'Yes Terry, just over an hour ago I finished a call with Pierre Berger and Gabriel Garcia, concerning the latest plans of EGC, aimed at causing violent disruption to exacerbate the refugee issues the EU faces. I'd like to put you in the picture if you have the time, although Ireland is not directly affected. I'm sure you will receive a briefing in due course from Europol, although I have a suspicion that will be after the event.'

Max then recounted his discussion and the most likely action expected in the countries affected. 'Obviously I'd appreciate you keeping this to yourself for the time being. Many people in the countries affected are aware something is going on, because of initiatives already taken, such as cancelling police and military leave, but they don't know why. Only a handful in the senior ranks have received a detailed briefing, in order that plans made can be implemented as soon as we're convinced the wheels have been set in motion.'

'Okay Max, is there anything we can do to help? If EGC succeed, the consequences for all of Europe could be catastrophic.'

'Can't argue with that. Would be grateful if you can let me know the names of any EGC members you're aware of, help us to nip this in the bud before it even starts.'

'Will do, you'll have our latest list within the hour. Thanks for the update.'

After finishing the call, Driscoll reflected on the information Max had provided. Fifteen minutes later he picked up the secure line to the Taoiseach's office.

CIA HQ, Langley.

Deputy director Chuck Davidson was on the phone, 'Max good to hear from you again. Must be something big for you to ring only two days before the weekly catch up call. What's up?'

Max filled him in on the calls he'd just had with European and Irish heads of security.

'Good of you to keep me in the picture, but doesn't smack of any urgency prompting this call?'

'It's background Chuck, to what I really want to talk about.'

'Which is?'

'Two things actually, first Antifa and the effect that's having on Consolidated Industries. I know this is a delicate area for you and Don Newman at the Pentagon is on your back, particularly as the deadline for contract submission to the Saudis is close. I have no intention of straying into the commercial contract arena, even ones where Britain has been involved for many years, no problem if you want to get in on the act. No, I'm concerned that if any of the plans EGC have for disruption in Europe prove effective, will this encourage them to try something similar in the US. Racial tension is already high in some areas and bears similarities to Europe and the refugees. If, and I stress if, such a situation is repeated in the US, let's say Detroit for example, what preparations have you made?'

'As it's you Max, I'll be honest we are not preparing for anything like this. The enquiries we've made in Detroit prove conclusively that the fire at a Consolidated Industries factory, which started their problems, was arson. What's more, the likely candidate is a known troublemaker who we are now able to connect to EGC and Antifa. You may recall the protests that led to the annual parades being cancelled, same guy seems to be the one who stirred the protestors into action. There's no doubt we're a bit behind the curve here, but after this call we'll be catching up fast. What was the other thing?'

'Ireland. They bent over backwards to help us with border control at Irish ports and airports, following our leaving the EU. You may remember this proved very unpopular and the Taoiseach, Seamus O'Gara, nearly lost office and his life over the issue.'

'Your girl Lucy Robertson saved the day as I recall.'

'Quite so, but my latest thinking is we've been misled on this issue. From the reports I'm getting, I wonder if the long-term plan is to demonstrate the Irish initiatives haven't worked, and the only long-term solution is reunification, moving the border controls back to our mainland. I have to confess this would be easier for us, having established effective controls at the main entry points; even the complaints about physical export and import delays are less of a problem now.'

'You're a wily old fox Max, what has particularly happened that's leading you in this direction?'

'It all started when the last referendum on independence for Scotland failed. First Minister, Hamish Cameron, played down the question of border control between Scotland and England, mainly by sticking solidly to the line that these would be part of the negotiations needed for Scotland to apply for fast track membership of the EU. In other words, this wasn't an issue which need form part of the independence debate. I understand Cameron and O'Gara had several discussions on this, as clearly the Irish experience is relevant. You would have thought O'Gara would be making soothing noises, that it's all very manageable and works well. In fact, the message he's giving is the opposite, appears he's more and more convinced reunification is the only way to solve it in the long term. Now this wasn't known at the time of the referendum, but the scare mongering had started, Scotland would be another route into England, bringing pressure on public finances and other resources. Not on the scale of Greece or Italy, but nevertheless, an added problem, when the finances of an independent Scotland were not stacking up. Not saying that is the main reason the referendum failed but it was a factor. So that's a longwinded way of asking you what you know of Ireland's intentions, you've always had close contacts, ever since IRA funding was big in the US.'

'That's a long time ago Max, not an active issue as far as the service is concerned.'

'I'm sure it isn't but I know it will only be sleeping, you guys never close something down completely, if there is a remote chance of it coming back to bite you again.'

'True, but I emphasise we have no current activity. I'll have to look into this and come back to you – weekly call do?'

'No, I'd like to keep this thinking between us for now Chuck. Have you anything else I ought to be aware of?'

'I'm reluctant to mention this, but it's niggling at me. You probably know that most of the high-level computer stuff on the contract we discussed earlier, is provided by Cyber Security Systems.'

'Indeed I am, very slick and competent operators I believe, have foiled some high-profile cybercrime in various parts of the world, including our own NHS.'

'Yes, small management team, all Jewish and the CEO, Suma Kleid has an interesting background including Mossad.'

'Yes, I knew that.'

'Thought you might. I may be turning into you after all these years, but he's what's niggling me. I wonder if he has another agenda, clearly as a past agent of Mossad he has some knowledge and perhaps continuing hatred for Arabs in general, but specifically the Islamic terrorist groups. I recently learned his first wife and child were killed in Syria, she was a doctor working for an aid agency. Also, it appears he has recently developed an interest in the holocaust and has been researching German camp commanders and other high-level officers.'

'And this has led him where, Chuck?'

'Maybe nothing, but Conrad Schulz family had a connection with Dachau.'

'Doesn't seem to have had an adverse effect on Cyber Security Systems working with Consolidated Industries, does it?'

'No, and there are many instances of firms with similar nationalities and backgrounds working together successfully over the years. But all this is beginning to have a certain smell.'

'You're getting as bad as me Chuck. We've been in this game too long, suspicious of everything, taking nothing at face value, and the result – lots of sleepless nights! I'll keep you informed of how EGC in Europe goes. I'm hoping we can pick up the likely suspects before it even starts, any chance of you doing the same in Detroit.'

'Maybe, my last call with the local office confirmed it was a priority, so I'll check how feasible it really is.'

Consolidated Industries, Detroit - Daily Update Meeting.

'I've brought forward the start of this meeting by half an hour, as Suma has advised Lauren he intends to attend today, not said why. Thanks for carving out the extra time, so we all have our ducks in a row, all reports are to be upbeat, okay? I'm not proposing we hide any problems still to be overcome, as that's the whole purpose of these meetings, but we need to ensure Suma goes away confident we are on top of them, particularly in the security, facilities and production areas.' Conrad paused for any comments or protests, as none were forthcoming he pressed on.

'Malcom, your report on the personal protection aspects are encouraging, did you anticipate my opening remarks in drafting it?'

'No Conrad, we've got to grips with the software to the extent we need to ensure 100% compatibility with our hardware. We've done all the testing on our own, Cyber Security Systems have not been present, although we informed them when the tests were being done, to make sure they were available in case of problems, of which we've had few. So, don't think Suma is attending today to discuss that area. Cyber security is almost totally their bag, we are only on the fringes, so maybe that's hit some problems and he wants to tell us in person.'

'Please God no, we don't need that at this stage. Okay onto the tricky areas, the issues I have pulled out for specific review, trying to second guess Suma's reasons for coming, are as follows. Let's run through them quickly, starting with Robert and Security.'

It was five fifteen when Suma arrived for the meeting. 'Apologies everyone, hope I haven't held up your starting the meeting.' He said with a wry smile.

Conrad assured him that was not the case and the time not been wasted. 'I assume you've had time to go through the reports, so we can all take the content as read and merely discuss problems identified, agreed?' No one demurred to this suggestion. 'Good, we'll go through the meeting in agenda order, starting with facilities, Kirk.'

Kirk Dorman, head of facilities hesitated and began nervously. 'You've all got my latest update and the previously reported position remains unchanged. It's slow progress to get everything functioning as it should, one of the main reasons being the attitude of the workforce, I still don't think they're on side. Perhaps Lottie would care to come in at this stage?'

Lottie Greenwood, head of HR was not pleased. 'Kirk your reports have consistently referred to this as a major reason why we're behind, yet this just doesn't fit with my findings. The packages we've implemented to compensate all levels of staff for downtime, as a result of the fire and sabotage, have been well received. I'm just not getting the same information on the facilities problems as you imply.'

'All I can do Lottie, is make you aware of how it looks from my perspective. I appreciate it's only a particular section of the workforce engaged on getting everything up to speed, but co-operation is poor, with quite straightforward instructions being deliberately misinterpreted.'

'I think I may be able to throw some light on this.' Robert Faulkner head of security intervened in the discussion which was not proving constructive or informative, particularly with Suma Klein in attendance. 'I've had a couple of meetings with the local CIA boys, as they are under pressure from Langley, and ultimately the Pentagon, to understand and report on the problems we're having. You'll all be aware that Antifa have been stirring up things in Detroit. CIA view is we are now the number one target for disruption, egged on by a European outfit called EGC. I'm promised a list of those involved in this action and have been informed some of our workers are on it.'

'Ah that makes sense now.' Chief contract officer, Jeb Stone, was thinking aloud but addressing the meeting. 'I had a call from Don Newman at the Pentagon, just as I was preparing to come to this meeting. He said he's agreed with the Saudis that production for the elements involved in the contract we are bidding for, must be manufactured in the US. He was at pains to point out that means all our sub-contractors have to be US based producers and, by implication, we continue to be based in Detroit.'

'Odd, I wasn't aware we we're thinking of doing anything other than that.' Conrad interjected.

'That fits with what the local CIA office disclosed Conrad. One of the drivers behind the disruptive action is a very strong rumour that, once we have the contract, we'll relocate production somewhere cheaper, such as Mexico. Assume we'll comply with the Pentagon's request Jeb?'

'Once I have it in writing from Don Newman, you can take that as read Robert. Perhaps this is a small breakthrough in your earlier discussion Kirk, Lottie?'

'Definitely, the sooner I can get that formally distributed to the workforce it can only add to the offers we've made to keep them all on side. At the same time, I'd like to make them aware of the recruitment programme we will put in place, as soon as the contract has been awarded.'

'That all sounds helpful to get our facilities up to speed quickly. Robert what about this list the CIA are providing, what can we actually do if employees are on it.' Conrad asked.

'I'm waiting until I have the list, then will press them on what is planned, but have the impression they will be brought in for questioning, which could be a double-edged sword. Might make them more militant, or scare them into behaving themselves, at least for a while.'

'How much influence will we have over what they decide to do Robert? Conrad was concerned. 'I don't want them making things worse.'

'Once I have the list, I'll setup a meeting Conrad, presume you'd like Kirk and Lottie to be present?'

'Good idea and, in my view, its urgent. Anything to add Lottie, Kirk?' A shake of the head from them. 'Right let's move on. Production? Sam.'

'At this stage, we're on schedule, such as it is. Stating the obvious, with the problems Kirk has described, and recruitment to be put in place when we win the contract, production is in a state of limbo right now. Despite the problems, the US Defence contracts have been kept on schedule. We have just about caught up with the shortfalls on existing contracts, except for Donata. Other customers have been sympathetic and worked with us to get things back on track. Of course, as you all know, production requirement has been running well below theoretical capacity, which is why we need this contract for the future.

'Yes, Sam that's understood and to reassure you, the last couple of meetings I've had with the CEO of Donata went well, I believe we will retain that contract. However, that's small beer compared to the one we're discussing today. Finally, IT Malcom.'

'We're working well with Cyber Security Systems now and I hope Suma agrees?' Suma nodded. 'Consequently, I believe we are on track. The test models haven't shown any significant problems, those we have are all documented in the paperwork, together with the current status. I won't bore you with the detail but if you have questions fire away.'

Sensing a pause in proceedings Suma spoke. 'I confirm what Malcolm has said. Every issue, no matter how small is logged, the action taken to resolve documented, along with the current test position. As far as the personal protection project is concerned, I'm confident we will have a satisfactory demonstration model available in the next two weeks, which is tight, but allows time for any changes, so we comply with the overall timescale required for testing, as specified in the tender document.

With regards to the cyber security aspects, you have my report. We are a leading supplier in this field, therefore I am confident the final version, included in the tender, will be impressive to both you and the Saudis.'

'Thanks Suma, that's reassuring.' Conrad was keen to bring the meeting to a close. 'Lauren will distribute notes as usual. Clearly a priority is to progress the list from CIA and agree how we'll handle it to get facilities back on track. The other major topic is ensuring the demonstration models for all aspects of the contract are on target. I suggest we meet in two days' time rather than tomorrow and that may change, if there's no progress on the CIA list, Lauren will keep you informed. Suma have you got some time to stay on for a bit?'

'Certainly, I'm in no rush. No problem, what can I do for you?'

When the others had left, Conrad began. 'Omar El-Hashem, our contact on the Saudi side has requested an update on progress, I've a call booked with him at seven. He requested you be on the call, if possible, so fortuitous you came today. Guess he doesn't want me trying to pull the wool over his eyes. Most of the issues we've faced aren't exactly a big secret, some have even been in the media over the past few months. I'm more than happy for you to be on the call, as it should give him reassurance and me confirmation that our relationship, both in terms of the contract and day to day co-operation, is as good as it can be. I thought it would be useful if we go through what I intend to say before the call. If you've anything you disagree with, please say so, to avoid having that discussion with Omar on the other end of the line. That okay with you? I'm not trying to hide or suppress anything.'

'That's fine with me Conrad. Fire away and I'll stop you anytime I think we should discuss in more detail.'

Galway Boats Warehouse – Fairhill Road.

Lucy was early for a change, something Michael O'Leary couldn't resist commenting on. 'Good of you to make a special effort Lucy, hope it hasn't ruined your beauty sleep. Make us all a coffee will you, while we wait for the others.'

Lucy bit her lip. 'Of course, Michael, it will be a pleasure.'

Five minutes later he called her back. 'Everyone's here now Lucy, make it snappy.'

Lucy put the tray at the end of the table. 'Help yourselves, please.' She said exaggeratedly, 'ah I see we need another cup for our guest. Hello I'm Lucy.'

'Pleased to meet you, two sugars please, I'm Alex Jennings.'

Lucy concealed her surprise. 'Coming right up, nice to meet someone with some basic manners.' As she finished making the coffee for Alex, she could hear Michael had started the meeting before she returned to the room.

'For those of you who don't know, Alex will be joining us on our next mission, which will involve a trip to England. Once there, we intend a major explosion to make a much bigger bang than the IRA managed all those years ago. I will go through the travel arrangements in some detail but won't share the end plan until we are much nearer the target area, and then only on a need to know basis. I know what you're thinking, but it isn't because you're not trusted, this is a high-profile mission and we are aware of a security breach somewhere. The precaution is merely in case some of you are picked up, not knowing the overall plan limits the chances of us having to abort the mission, which would not go down well with the big boys in Saudi.

We will be travelling as a party on the ferry from Dublin, and I've hired a people carrier for the journey from Fishguard to the final destination. I've got fake EU passports for all of you and, except for Lucy and Alex who will be travelling as man and wife, the rest of us don't know each other. You are not to show any recognition until I collect you in the vehicle, outside the Fishguard ferry port. Alex will need help at the scene of the target, so if it all goes wrong, and we are picked up, maybe Alex and Lucy will still make it as a man and wife team. In theory less suspicious than Alex travelling alone, anyway he'll need someone to carry his bag.

Now, how do we know there is a security leak? Pretty simple really, the plan was for Alex to complete the last part of his trip by boat, and land at Kilkieran Bay last night. As a precaution, this was changed at the last minute and he came on a regular flight instead. Just as well, as special forces were waiting at the bay, and picked up twenty odd Yemen refugees instead. Only four of us in this room knew that was the plan, the ones selected to be part of the pickup party. Apart from me, I'm afraid you three will not be taking any further part in this mission. Genuinely guys, it's not I don't trust you, it's orders from the top, showing how important this mission is. The pickup at the landing has made everyone jumpy, so need to know security has been tightened, nothing I can do about it.

Sorry lads, we'll break for a few minutes while you finish your coffee, then I'm afraid you'll have to leave.'

After the three had left, the meeting continued for another ten minutes with limited additional detail given, except they would be travelling in two days' time, final details distributed in the usual way. 'That's all for now, see you in Fishguard.' Michael concluded.

Two hours later, Lucy was back at her cottage mulling over what had been discussed. She reflected that it hardly seemed to have been worthwhile having a meeting at all, with the risks involved in getting the group together, especially with Alex Jennings present.

She rang John Holden and gave him a summary. 'Guess you'll have to make a plan to cover off Fishguard in a couple of days, I'll give you more on the timing when I know. However, I don't think it will be Fishguard. Michael gave basic details on the travelling arrangements, including going onwards as a group in a vehicle, before he asked the three to leave the meeting. Why do that? If he or someone higher up thinks they are the leak, he's revealed enough of the plan to make its success much harder and much easier for the authorities to pick up Jennings.'

'I agree, my first thought was he's let you all know as he has suspicions about one of the group, perhaps you, as he clearly doesn't like women. But that doesn't really make sense as he runs the risk of Jennings being picked up, and he still couldn't be certain who is the leak. No, I think that isn't the travelling route at all, he's just being ultra-cautious. Is that what you're thinking?'

'Exactly, so it won't surprise me if the route and timing are very different. Just have to wait for further instructions. Any other updates from your end I should be aware of?'

'Nothing really, Luce, it's the usual waiting game we're both all too familiar with.' John held the phone, waiting to finish the call.

'Don't call me that!' Came the expected response, as he cut her off.

Dieter Kohl's Flat, Berlin.

Kohl sat hunched over his laptop waiting for the final connection.

'Ah, at last sorry, to keep you all waiting. Final preparations for our action in the refugee camps have been made. I want to ensure you all hear it at the same time, so you can brief your teams accordingly. Any questions before I start?'

Tallia Kaknis, from Lesbos spoke up instantly. 'Why are you sending people from other countries to be part of our group Dieter. I understand they are not fluent in Greek and will stand out like a sore thumb if the authorities challenge them. Also, they will have very limited time to work with my team, we've been together for three years now, know each other's foibles?'

'I've touched on this before, Tallia. This operation has several parts to it, necessitating a range of skills. We've been carrying out intensive training in various countries, concentrating on particular aspects where facilities allow. You are well aware of the situation on Lesbos, which means we can't conduct all the training exercises there that we are able to do in Spain and France, without drawing attention to the local group. So those coming to join you will fill in the gaps in local skills, essential to carry out the plans. Also your German colleague will help with the final planning and implementation as this has been part of the training we've given locally. You'll see why as I go through it with you all.'

'Okay Dieter, one other question before you get into the detail. In light of the training they've been given, how much do they know about what we will be doing in each of the refugee camps and surrounding areas we intend to hit, and more specifically their actual role.'

'Apart from the lead Germans they haven't been given any detail of our planned action Tallia, as part of our normal process to keep things as secure as possible. Therefore, it will be up to you all as leaders of the teams, to ensure each member knows what they must do. This is essential, as to achieve the desired result it all needs to happen quickly, otherwise there is a real risk the authorities will gain control before it even gets started. We are also aware, the authorities are likely to pick up local activists they know of in the various locations, in an attempt to stop this before it starts. That is another reason why your teams will have individuals from other countries, in that way the team should have sufficient resources to achieve our goals. Now, I'll go over the plan which will be the same for each of you. Local circumstances may mean you have to make changes on the day, but please try and stick to what I am about to reveal, it's been carefully planned with a lot of effort and resource committed to it.'

Dieter then proceeded to go through the plan in detail, recapping at various points where he believed additional reinforcement was necessary. He sensed not all leaders were on board for the level of civil disruption, deaths, and general carnage likely to result from their actions. He sought reassurance from each one that they fully understood what was required of them, dealing with all questions methodically and rationally.

After three hours, he believed he'd done all he could and ended the call.

Home of Omar El-Hashem, Riyadh, Saudi Arabia.

Omar finished the call with Conrad and Suma, then turned to the group seated around him. 'Well you all heard what they had to say, thoughts anyone?'

As he expected, Kassim was the first to speak. 'Personally, I don't think they're on top of things Omar. These troubles they've been having at their factories really concern me. We need to remember they are bidding for part of a contract which has run smoothly, over many years, with the British. I appreciate technology moves on, and from my limited understanding of these things, the Americans have more proven sophisticated technology than the British, particularly following Brexit where co-operation within Europe is not at the level it once was. But in my view, if there is a sniff of possible delay in meeting the requirements of the contract, you'll not convince the Defence Council to award it. And, I don't trust that Suma Kleid, he's Jewish and so are all his senior managers.'

'Hmm you don't sound encouraged by their reassurances Kassim.'

'Frankly Omar I'm not. Who else agrees with me, eh?'

There was a general nodding of heads and Omar sensed it would be difficult to overcome the negative feeling in the room.

'Let's consider Cyber Security Systems first. We have known all along this is a Jewish company, through and through and they actively recruit staff from Israeli universities. However, most of their staff are American and have worked in one or other of the major US technology companies, before moving to Cyber. I say this just to remind us all, that the experience and knowledge within the company is much broader than its Jewish core. In addition, the continuing attitude of the Israeli government to avoid discussion, in any meaningful way, on the relationship with Palestine and other Arab states, has alienated the US and others. As a result, they are not as supportive of Israel's position as they used to be. Secondly, our Jewish friends remain very driven by money, which this contract will provide for years to come. Thirdly, all our investigations into Cyber and its management, have not revealed any indication of active political involvement, maybe historically with some of their backgrounds, but they all live the life of nerdy technocrats now.'

'You forget Omar, that Kleid was a member of Mossad for a number of years.'

'I'd not forgotten Kassim, but since marrying again several years ago, that part of his life seems to be over, quite the successful family man now, settled in America.'

'Alright, I've had my say and guess we can't be sure either way, but I still don't trust them. What about the factory problems?'

'I agree that is concerning. If it was just down to management sorting out identified problems, I'd have faith a company of their size and reputation would get things running smoothly, particularly with this important contract in the offing. I don't like the fact that Antifa have taken an interest in them. Also, what do we know about this EGC group they made mention of – are they significant?'

The room was silent for a moment, then one of the party spoke. 'It may be nothing Omar, but while Jennings was teaching our operatives the sensitive skills involved in bomb making, I heard him talking about a European group, not with religious ambitions, but nevertheless their motive seemed to be major disruption of Western economies. Sounded more like communists to me than anything that had a hope of succeeding in European democracies, but perhaps I'm wrong.'

'Anyone else heard of them, know anything about them?' Omar asked. The room was silent again. 'Right Kassim, that's your number one priority. Find out what this EGC group are up to and particularly why they're taking an interest in Consolidated Industries.'

Cobra Meeting, Whitehall, London.

Prime Minister, Sarah Crosby was chairing the meeting.

'Colin, as foreign secretary what have the diplomatic channels told us about this planned disruption in Europe. Is anyone saying they've made progress infiltrating or picking up members of this EGC outfit?'

'To put if frankly Sarah, not a sausage. Either they want to play their cards very close to their chest, now that we are no longer part of the EU, although can't believe that is really a sensible stance, or I suspect they've made little or no progress, so are very reluctant to talk about it. Max, from the security angle do you have a different impression?'

'I wish I could say otherwise, but believe Colin's take on this reflects where they are. I struggle to get my head around this from their perspective. I had a call with heads of Europol and Interpol recently, they were quite open about lack of progress in dealing with EGC. On the call, we went through the most likely refugee camp locations and agreed a course of action. This included trying to pick up known members of EGC, to reduce the resources they have to carry out these attacks, maybe stop some even getting started. So far progress on this is very limited. Even in Berlin, where we have an undercover operative and have provided names and addresses, not much has been done.'

'As soon as we're done here, I'll make a call to my opposite numbers in France and Germany.' Sarah announced. 'I'll refer them to the last meeting of the European Council, where Italy, Greece with Turkey attending as an observer, all stated how serious the refugee problem has become. If positive action to improve things it is not implemented soon, things will get very messy for the EU. The last thing they need is some crackpot organisation stirring up trouble. I'll include a summary in my notes of this meeting, so we're all up to speed. Now Max what about this terrorist group heading to us via Ireland?'

'We know the bomb maker arrived safely and is now with the ISS group. Our information on timing and location of landing was accurate, but someone on their side smelt a rat, and changed the plan. As a result, all we picked up were several people claiming to be from Yemen and declaring themselves refugees. So far, our interrogation has not found anything to indicate they are other than what they claim. This is odd, as this was clearly a plant to find out what we knew about the bomb maker's arrival; and it worked. I've suggested to Irish security their immigration boys process the Yemeni, as they want to get to England and that isn't going to happen, so may loosen their tongues.

Our agent is still part of the group expected to travel with the bomb maker from Ireland in the next few days. Although they've provided a route, we're sceptical this is the one they'll use, just a ruse to demonstrate they know we've infiltrated their organisation, but hopefully not who that person might be.'

'That doesn't sound very encouraging Max, is there more we could and should be doing to prevent this potential threat. All of you, any suggestions are welcome, the last thing I need is a major security breach at home, coinciding with the possibility of major action in various European countries. Even if as we believe, the organisations behind these are very separate, with different objectives. In fact Max, do we know if there are links between these organisations; we know what EGC are all about, but do we know why this bomb maker is coming here, is there a connection?'

'I don't believe so Sarah. The bomb maker is English, recruited from university into ISIS and risen up the ranks in this role, haven't found any links to the type of objectives EGC profess.'

'Okay, will treat them separately for now. Have you discussed this potential ISS led attack with Europol, Interpol?'

'No Sarah, the information I have doesn't indicate any related action in Europe at the moment. Always a possibility of course, but for the time being trying to encourage them to devote all resources to EGC.'

'Makes sense, anyone anything else? If not, I'll formally close the meeting.'

#  Chapter 5

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# Europe under Attack

Refugee camp near Ivrea, outside of Turin.

Josh Slater couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so nervous. He'd been locked in the back of the van for two hours already, with no idea when it would move on, or what would happen when it did. The plans outlined to his group seemed straightforward enough in theory, but because the nature of the action to take place at each refugee camp was the same, the detail on how they'd implement the plan in each location was sparse, to say the least.

What added to his nervousness was the amount of armaments crammed into the van, along with his two accomplices, who looked even more nervous than him. None of them had been involved in anything like this before. Their training had been rushed, consisting of only ensuring they could use the various weapons in the van. No experience of trying to do this in a crowded place, while ignoring the inevitable panic which would ensue.

He'd tried to contact Tracey before joining the others, but the connection had been poor, causing his message to be garbled and mingled with expletives. In his haste, he'd neglected to follow the correct protocol, risking discovery. He had no way of knowing if his message had reached Tracey, whether she would make any sense of it, and worse whether he'd broken his own cover. In which case, perhaps one of his group had been briefed to ensure he was on the casualty list, as soon as the action started.

The one thing he was sure of, John Holden would not be able to initiate any sort of extraction rescue, in view of the limited notice he'd given of the imminent action.

He was jarred alert by the engine starting and the van lurching forward. He looked at the others, their expressions showed they were glad to be on the move, activity tended to do that, even if the result was unknown and dangerous.

From their hideout on the outskirts of Turin, Josh reckoned it would take around ten minutes to reach the camp. He looked at his watch, 10.15pm, most of the camp would be making ready for another night under canvas, with children already sleeping.

Soon he felt the van slowing, was it at the secured entrance to the camp or pulling over for a final briefing? In the front passenger seat, Carlos the excitable Spaniard pulled open the hatch and peered into gloom of the van.

'We've just driven past the main entrance. It's heavily guarded, not just with the usual security guys but police and army are also present, so we're not going to attempt entry that way. We'll drive around the perimeter and look for a less guarded way in. The map I have isn't that clear which entrances are normally guarded, and which are left locked up. In fact, not sure if all access points are shown, so we'll probably drive around a couple of time to suss out the best way in.'

'Are you sure that's wise, with the level of security you described, isn't it likely to draw attention to us and get ourselves arrested before we've even begun?' Josh asked.

'Sure, it's possible but one thing's for sure we can't hope to get into the camp through heavily guarded access points, they'll blow us away.' A radio message interrupted any further discussion.

'Are you in the camp yet? We need to know. How long will it take you to stir up some action? Until the refugees kick off, we're stuck doing nothing. Feeling like sitting ducks just off the main square in Turin.'

'We're not in yet, its heavily guarded. It's going to take longer than expected to set things in motion, could be an hour or so, I'll keep you updated.'

Johan Weber the thick set German, in charge of the attack was not happy. 'Shit, you should have got things going an hour ago, we definitely shouldn't have left the hideout at the same time as you; we're too conspicuous in this location. Quite a lot of police and army around, spotted a few armoured trucks on the way here too. Think we're going to change the plan and stir up trouble in the residential area nearest to you. Might reduce the likelihood of being spotted, give us a chance to get the locals fired up, create a bit of a smokescreen. Keep me informed of your progress, so we can time when to get going at our end.'

'Will do, good luck.'

During the first tour around the camp they'd spotted a few places where entry might be possible, but they all involved cutting a hole in the perimeter fence; all the usual entrances were too heavily guarded. This second tour would have to firm up where they would try; time was increasingly against them.

'That's it, over there, poorly lit so we can cut the fence, and the access looks reasonably flat both sides.'

'Yes, but looking at the number of tents within a few yards of the fence, can't see a way past them and don't fancy driving through them.' The driver, Italian Luigi replied.

'Well tough, that's where we're going in. Remember we know casualties are inevitable, looks like you've identified the first ones.'

'But it will be mainly women and children in those tents, innocents, no idea what will hit them. I can't....'

'You bloody well can, or I'll shoot you and take over the driving.' Carlos peered through the hatch into the rear of the van.

'Right, you two nearest the doors, get ready to hop out and cut the fence. We'll park up a bit away, facing the fence, so as soon as your back in, we're going for it, okay?'

As soon as the van stopped, Josh opened the door and surveyed the scene as the other two got out. It was eerily quiet, just a hum of noise from the small groups of men he could see beyond the tents, squatting by open fires. No sign of any police or army. The men moved quickly to the fence and got to work with the powerful cutters. Despite the two layers of fencing, cutting and removing sections was relatively easy at first, but as they reached higher to allow access for the van, the risk of being seen increased and they approached their task more cautiously. If they couldn't make the opening big enough for the van to break through, their forced entry would draw the attention, not only of the refugees on the other side of the fence, but probably the police and army as well.

Josh surveyed the work from the open door. Once again he reflected on the logistics to put things in place, vans, weapons, personnel must have taken considerable effort, yet the planned implementation seemed poor, too much left to chance, despite the intended mayhem if it managed to succeed. He considered the options available, if he was to reduce the destruction to a minimum. He had considered joining the fence cutters and remaining outside the van as it broke into the camp, perhaps taking out the driver and passenger before it made progress towards the camp. He'd dismissed this, couldn't be sure it would prove effective, would almost certainly mean breaking his cover, and with it any future investigation of EGC from the inside. No, he had to go along with the plan and await a better opportunity to try and reduce its impact.

At last the cutters returned to the van and closed the rear doors. Luigi looked hesitantly towards Carlos.

'What are you waiting for, get going and I'll let the others know were in, as soon as you drive through the first tent.'

Reluctantly Luigi started the engine, let the clutch in violently and accelerated towards the gap in the fence. He misjudged the entry and hit part of the fence, spinning the rear of the van. Desperately he swung the wheel to regain control before he hit the first tents, trying to aim for the small gap between them. The van ripped through the side of both tents, to cries of panic from the occupants and the men seated around the open fire, as it careered towards them. He could see the narrow track between the line of tents, heading in the direction of the main entrance and turned towards it. The van slewed sideways at the change in direction, knocking three men to the ground and a fourth into the open fire. In the side mirror, he saw a woman emerge from one of the damaged tents, clutching a small child, appealing for help. People rushed towards her and others attempted to block the way forward but moved quickly aside when the van made no attempt to slow. Carlos was screaming abuse out of the window in a torrent of unintelligible Spanish, waving the sub machine gun to deter any heroic thoughts.

Once clear of the area, where they had broken through the fence, they progressed rapidly towards the main entrance, leaving those pursuing on foot some way behind. People ahead moved aside to avoid any risk of being hit, unsure why the van was driving through this area of the camp.

With the entrance in sight they parked up and the three men began unloading a small rocket launcher, quickly setting up and taking aim on the security guard house. The rocket exploded, destroying the building and the guards within it. At first there was confusion amongst the police and army personnel stationed at the camp entrance. Then, they began firing as the van headed quickly back towards the other side of the camp. Those refugees nearest to the entrance were caught in this gunfire and began running in any direction away from it. Mass panic was escalating.

The van stopped near to a group of young men and Carlos shouted. 'The guards are attacking us, people are being killed, we have weapons, come and defend yourselves before it's too late.'

At first the group stared in amazement, but the sound of gunfire jolted them into action, weapons and ammunition boxes were being passed to them from the back of the van. They moved on quickly to another group, where the process was repeated. Having armed several groups of refugees and encouraged them to move towards the entrance, the five men picked up their weapons and joined the increasing throng heading towards the main gate. At the first sign of hesitation, they roused the crowd with shouts condemning their treatment, an end to their suffering in the camp, demanding the right to a normal life. These shouts were soon taken up in a variety of languages, coupled with the occasional burst of automatic fire in the general direction of the camp entrance. Judging they had done enough to rouse an angry mob into taking matters into their own hands, the five headed back for the van and set off slowly, following at a discrete distance.

As the refugees approached the entrance, they found the police and army had formed a solid line, to prevent further progress. Expecting this, the rocket launcher was once more brought into action and aimed at the line, blasting through it and demolishing part of the fence and an armoured car behind. Those in the line were spattered by the remains of their colleagues and ran for cover, away from further attack.

The van with lights and horn blazing, forged a passage through the refugees towards the entrance, pausing only to select a suitable route and ensure the mob followed, egged on by Carlos leaning out of the window screaming at the top of his voice.

The noise was clearly heard in the residential area on the outskirts of Turin, where the other van was parked up. Residents began to come from their houses to see what the disturbance was. Soon police and army vehicles began to arrive, insisting people should return to their homes, to allow the authorities to calm the refugees who had broken out of their camp, some bearing arms.

But it was not only the police and army who arrived. The word had spread, local hotheads, who resented the presence of the refugee camp, were soon on the scene, armed with baseball bats. Local right-wing nationalists began to arrive, adding to the general chaos. Windows were being smashed, buildings broken into, as the police struggled to maintain any sort of order.

The refugees were close now, the van at the forefront accelerated towards a group of residents standing innocently, watching the violence being enacted before them. Anticipating Luigi would take avoiding action, Carlos grabbed the wheel ensuring it ploughed on, knocking people aside and underneath the wheels. As others turned to follow the destructive vehicle, the second van pulled up, flung open the rear doors to reveal the stack of weapons it contained. These were instantly seized by the activists and a few shots fired at the disappearing van.

The shots incensed the refugees and they returned fire at indiscriminate targets. Josh realised he was acting too late but was so incensed by what was unfolding before him, he decided it was now or never, if he was to have any impact on EGC's future activity. He spotted the Spaniard who had been sitting in the passenger seat and made him number one target for elimination. Waving in recognition he ran to join him on the fringe of a group of cowering residents, Carlos turned towards him and collapsed, as Josh fired the silenced hand gun at short range into his heart. He stooped as if trying to help his fallen friend, just long enough to put another bullet into the Spaniard's brain.

He rose quickly looking around for other members of his group and saw them piling into the back of the van, recently emptied of the remaining weapons; clearly intending to make their escape from the full-scale battle unfolding around them. He raced towards it, shouting at Luigi who was urging the others to get into the back from the driver's window. The van began to move, Luigi recognised Josh and urged him to hurry. Others held the rear door open long enough for him to dive in, quickly dragged safely inside as the van accelerated away, rear door flapping. It eventually slammed shut as the van braked heavily to turn away from the mayhem.

The group was excited by the evening's activities, congratulating themselves on a successful mission, anticipating a warm reception, when reporting a summary of events to the German headquarters of EGC.

Luigi shouted through the hatch, into the back of the van. 'Did anyone see Carlos; he's the only one missing. Should we go back for him?'

'I saw him collapse and went to help but saw he'd been shot in the head and chest. Looked bad.' Josh replied. 'Wrong place, wrong time, could have happened to any of us; lucky he was the only casualty all things considered.'

'I won't miss him, arrogant arsehole in my book.' Luigi sounded almost cheerful at the news.

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As the night wore on, it was a similar scene around the other camp locations in Italy, France and some on mainland Greece. However, on Lesbos, just outside the capital Mitilini, things turned out differently.

Tallia Kaknis was in the van, on the outskirts of the town, waiting to arm residents once the refugees approached. Getting into the camp had been much easier than Josh had experienced in Ivrea. The main entrance to the camp was not heavily guarded, so the van had been able to enter, on the pretext of delivering medical supplies, with only a cursory examination. Attempts to rouse the refugees into violent action proved difficult, some were running towards it, after it had driven into a tent and killed a woman and two children. In a last effort to cause a riot, they fired over the heads of the refugees, yet despite the number of weapons at their disposal, they proved to have little appetite for a fight; there was no one like Carlos to inflame them into action.

The van was now surrounded by refugees, the occupants captured and tied hand and foot; watched over by two men armed with weapons, the van had carried for a very different purpose. When all was calm, the van progressed slowly back towards the entrance to the camp, accompanied by a large number of refugees, including many women and children.

The guards lined up across the entrance, rifles and pistols raised. The refugees headed by the van continued their slow progress towards them, ignoring all instructions to stop and turn around. Soon they were only a few paces apart, the guards preparing to fire at point blank range, but their nerve failed them, and they meekly stood aside, to allow the procession to move on towards the town itself.

Tallia, saw them coming through the side window of the parked van. She turned to the others and announced excitedly. 'Action at last, get ready to stir up the residents when the firing starts. Don't open the back doors yet, we'll have to be careful who we select to give weapons to, spread them around a bit when we've identified the most obvious hot heads.'

She continued to look out of the window, transfixed by the number of people coming slowly along the road.

'Something's wrong, our van is moving too slowly, almost as if its joined the refugees. They should be shouting, firing weapons, rousing the refugees to attack the town.

You two get out of the van now, start firing towards them, we need to get some residents on the streets and fearful for their lives. Use the rocket launcher and aim at that block of flats behind us, that'll get some angry people outside, so they can see what's coming towards them.'

The van was a flurry of activity as the group reacted quickly to Tallia's instructions. Weapons were fired in all directions. Jacques, tasked with firing the rocket launcher stepped from the van, walked towards the flats as people began to come out of the building, to investigate the noise. Their cries distracted him, his aim was too high, the rocket exploding into the top floor of the building, showering the residents in debris which cascaded towards the ground. At first, they looked around in horror, soon turning to anger as some saw the van with Jacques standing beside it, desperately trying to reload, with help from others in the van. Several young men ran towards him, ignoring random shots being fired in their direction. Soon they were upon him forcing him to the ground, pinning him down with the launcher across his body. Others arrived, and the sheer force of numbers overwhelmed the small group at the back of the van.

Unaware of the threat to her team, Tallia continued to watch the advancing crowd, they still moved slowly, eerily quiet. The gunshots and rocket had caused some reaction among them, but not what she'd expected. Most had remained calm, reassuring children and others, distressed by the noise. Order had been quickly restored, there was no panic. Suddenly the van door opened, and she was dragged from her seat, a burly man held her firmly as she called out for help. The man carried her to the back of the van and seeing her comrades securely captured, she let out a scream of frustration. Her carefully planned action would be a total failure, unless she could promote some hostility between the residents and the refugees.

She kicked out at the man holding her, catching him by surprise, causing him to let go of one of her arms. She lashed out at his face and wriggled free, grabbing one of the automatic weapons from the back of the van. Tallia fired it aimlessly into the air, hoping to trigger some reaction from the two groups. Then she turned it towards the burly man who'd held her, he raised his arms in surrender, but the shots never came, the butt of a rifle struck her violently across the side of her head; she fell and lay motionless on the ground.

The refugees continued towards the large number of residents who had gathered in the street. Wary at first of the likely reaction, still unsure who had been responsible for the gunshots. The leading group saw the damage to the block of flats, and word quickly spread that it was the town which was being attacked, not them. Residents began walking towards the refugees, recognising some of those they'd so recently rescued from the sea, after the trauma of their voyage from Turkey in the overloaded inflatables, provided by people smugglers.

Soon they were exchanging grievances, the refugees about the lack of action to resolve their status and future. The residents of the intolerable disruption to their lives, and indeed their own futures. Natural leaders on both sides soon emerged, and over the remainder of the night they thrashed out the issues, the need for action and resolution of all the problems both groups faced. The breaking dawn did nothing to divert them from this task. As they talked and understood more of the problems they all faced, they became determined to present their arguments to the local Mayor and her council; then on to the Greek government, and eventually the EU itself. They would not be deterred; their time had come to bring this sorry mess to a conclusion.

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Outside of Barcelona, Herman Becker had set his group into action. They had the same plan, but breaking into the camp had proved difficult, it was well guarded by the military and police. Not only at the entrance, but stationed around the perimeter fence, both inside and out. After driving around a couple of times, Herman cursed long and loud in frustration.

'We've a traitor in our ranks, they knew we were coming, they're too well prepared for us to get the van inside, we'll have to go in on foot and see what we can do. Franco and Diego, we'll park the van as close to the entrance as we can, you stay with it and the rest of us will go into the camp taking automatic weapons.'

They parked the van out of sight of the guard house and walked along the perimeter fence, finding a spot in almost total darkness, enabling the fence to be quickly cut and the four men to pass inside. Once in the camp they spread out and ran through the tented areas, firing at random. People began to yell and scream, running in disarray, uncertain where the firing was coming from, confusion and panic quickly spread. Police and soldiers ran from their posts to calm things. Seeing the entrance less guarded, Franco started the van and smashed through the barrier. The guards were slow in reacting and fired aimlessly at the fast-moving van, stray bullets hitting refugees and some of their comrades, adding more confusion and fear.

The van ploughed on into the camp, leaving a trail of destruction behind it. Realising their chances of escaping from the camp with the van were slim, Franco and Diego fled from it, leaving all doors wide open and the stash of armaments it contained, fully revealed. It didn't take long for the refugees to arm themselves and set out to hunt down the fleeing pair.

The van's entry to the camp, the damage inflicted and the resulting commotion, enabled Herman and the others to regroup. They moved slowly towards where they judged the van might be, as they got closer they saw Franco and Diego running fast. A burst from several automatic weapons and they fell, assumed dead. The firing had come from more than one direction, refugees and police had acted as one to eliminate the threat posed by the fleeing pair. Seeing there was nothing they could do for their fallen comrades, Herman and the others began to mingle with the gathering crowd, soon spreading the word these men must have come from Barcelona to kill us.

'We know they hate our being here, and now they want to get rid of us. Are we going to take this lying down.? No! Let's give them a taste of their own medicine.'

Herman was surprised how quickly this theme was taken up, and it didn't take long for these messages to spread, the body of people growing all the time, moving to the camp entrance with only one purpose in mind.

Juan, driver of the other van heard them coming. 'At last, sounds as if Herman has succeeded and we have an angry mob coming this way. You all know what you have to do, good luck.'

But again, the police and military were well organised. Loudspeaker vans were touring the suburbs, telling people to remain inside. Anyone on the streets was told to go home, cafés and bars were gradually cleared. They met with little argument, the sheer numbers of police and military personnel told the message for them, something was happening, and most didn't want to be caught up in it. Vehicles were being stopped and searched; stationary ones surrounded and investigated for signs of bombs or anything else likely to cause disruption. Seeing all this around them, Juan and the others began to drift away from their parked vehicle, but they were spotted, rounded up and taken into custody. The van and its cache of arms towed away.

As the refugees advanced, they were faced by a considerable show of force from the authorities. Behind them, most of those guarding the camp had followed, and were beginning to surround them in a pincer movement. A loudspeaker van, supported by an armoured vehicle, urged them to lay down their weapons, and return peacefully to the camp. After some shouting and firing in the air, the mood quietened, they took notice and agreed to return. But not before establishing a right to petition the Catalonian parliament with their grievances, their position as residents with no rights had to change, tonight's events proved the status quo could not continue.

One of the armed policemen was heard to mutter, 'but no bloody responsibilities either that come with living in our community, just demands for help.'

Galway Boats Warehouse, Fairhill Road, Galway.

Michael O'Leary surveyed the group seated around the table and allowed himself a wry smile.

'Okay this is how we are really going to get to London; separately. The only ones travelling together will be Alex and Lucy as man and wife. Lucy your main role will be to attract attention away from Alex, to reduce the risk of his being recognised by security. Just to confirm Lucy, there is no reason any police force or other authority would have your details on file is there, so no one will question you travelling as Mrs. Jennings?'

'Certainly not.' Came the prompt reply. If only you knew.

'Good, also we will be travelling over two days and using public transport, making it harder for us to be stopped than if we travel in small vehicles. Each one will have a different travel route. Alex just confirm to the group that everything you need can be carried, spread about the team.'

Lucy interrupted. 'Surely, Alex is not travelling as Alex Jennings? You said I would be travelling as Mrs Jennings?'

'Well spotted Lucy, no Alex and you will use a different name, but no need to reveal that just yet. Alex, back to what we will be taking with us.'

'Right Michael. You will all use the suitcases and rucksacks, stacked over there.' He said pointing towards the row of items at the back of the room. 'I've already packed them with everything required for our mission, in various compartments. I leave you to use your personal belongings to pack around these items to reduce risk of detection. In fact, I've more than needed just in case one or two of you are caught, but no more please! You needn't worry about causing an explosion as you pack your stuff, each bag is perfectly safe until I make the final connections.'

'Right, I'll give each of you your travel routes and documents. That's been made easier as we all have EU passports, although not all genuine ones.' Michael said with a smile. 'See you at the nominated hotel in 2 days' time.'

Lucy was surprised at the brevity of the briefing and found it hard to believe they were carrying sufficient hardware to carry out the sort of attack she understood was planned. Alex disturbed her thoughts. 'Well Mrs. Jennings, looking forward to our first night in the marital bed?'

Lucy smiled and mouthed, 'in your dreams lover boy.'

Safely back at the cottage, her first call was to John Holden, giving him the main points from the briefing.

'I've no real idea of the travel arrangements, not even my own, as Alex has those; I only know to meet him at Dublin ferry terminal at 2pm tomorrow with the cases given me, packed and ready to go. No one appears to be carrying very much, a couple of suitcases or similar is what everyone has.'

'Not much is it, might have some already stashed at your arrival point. Seems risky though, how many going in total?'

'Eight of us and from a quick count, none of us will be carrying more than two items. I don't believe Alex when he says we're carrying it all, even includes a couple of spares according to him. So perhaps you're right, they must have a big stash somewhere.'

'Most likely. What you're carrying sounds more like a trigger pack, with the main devices delivered in some other way. If only we knew the target, it would make it much easier to work out what we might be looking for.'

'Good luck with that, as I think the only ones who know the target are Michael and Alex. If we pull those, the event won't happen, maybe that's the best we can do.'

'I'll get some guidance on that, guess the priority has to be to stop the intended action. However, I know upstairs want to get their hands on those much higher up, get some real intelligence leading to a major breakthrough into ISIS high command if at all possible. Jennings is important but only as a bomb maker and executioner as far as I know.'

'Reminds me, Michael has given us all false passports, Jennings won't be travelling under that name. Do we have a list of those he's used before, as he seems to travel around quite freely, considering he's on every countries' watch list?' Lucy asked.

'No, he's used so many names over the last few years, it's hard to know what to call him. His real name isn't Alex Jennings, its Alan Johnson and whatever his latest identity is, he seems to keep the initials AJ.'

'Jennings has got my documents, so be interested to see who I'm travelling as.'

'Bet it begins with a J.'

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John headed for the sixth floor of MI6 headquarters. 'I need to see the old man now.' He announced to Mrs. Thackeray, the old man's gatekeeper for as long as he'd been in the service.

'Not so much of the old man.' Max Murray came through the door and stood behind him. John was sure Mrs Thackeray smiled, he'd never seen that before. 'Come through, I need to catch up with you anyway.'

They went through to the sparsely furnished office and sat either side of the old-fashioned desk. 'Well John, what's so urgent?'

John Holden recounted his conversation with Lucy. 'I need guidance sir, at what point do I stop Jennings, presuming you don't want a big bang somewhere in London.'

'No, I bloody well don't! But I want them all, including the plan and why this action, so GCHQ can put into the mix with other stuff they have on terrorist groups. ISIS may be a shadow of its former self and seemingly given up on trying to establish a caliphate in the Middle East, but for sure someone has a grand plan, and we have no idea what or who. No big bangs please, but as many of them as possible. I'm very keen to get some useful intel out of this, possibly the best opportunity we've had for some time. Now turning to your other project, I'll update you on the action of EGC. Have you heard anything from Josh Slater?'

'No, and in accordance with standard procedure will have to await his getting in touch, for fear of compromising him.'

'Understood, well let me fill you in with what I know. The operation to round up known EGC members met with limited success. As far as I can ascertain, the ones we did get knew little of the attacks which took place. Spain seems to have been the main exception to this, where one of those picked up knew the timings, size of the assault group and confirmed the camp, so security there was tightened. It grieves me to report that most of the actions were successful, in EGC terms, and in some areas riots are continuing. Proving quite a task to get things back under control, there are a lot of angry people out there. Extensive damage to property, latest information gives several hundred dead, over a thousand injured on both sides, refugees and civilians that is. The number of dead and injured among police and military is quite high too. Three refugee camps have been destroyed. It's a major emergency and logistical problem, to get shelter and facilities up and running speedily, or the riots will start again, assuming they still have an appetite for it.

Barcelona is a better picture owing to the advanced warning, with limited loss of life and damage to property. We are confident all the activists were either killed or captured. Things remain quiet, but a petition is being presented to the Catalonian parliament on behalf of the refugees, as part of the bargaining to calm things down. Be interesting to see where that leads in the current climate.

Similar story in Lesbos, all activists killed or captured and, in this case the residents and refugees joined forces, mutually demanding something is done. This may be the start of a big upset, as we all know how tetchy the Greeks have been over the lack of assistance and support given to them, by the EU and international community, to deal with this and other problems.'

'Not the outcome we'd hoped for then.' John responded.

'No, it bloody well is not, and I feel strongly our European neighbours could have done more to prevent it. Now they, not us, are going to have to deal with the consequences. But don't you quote me on that. Finally, but by no means least, do you need more resources to keep tags on Jennings and ISS, or can you cope?'

'Provided my usual crew aren't on some other mission, we'll cope.'

'They're not, so keep me informed.'

Consolidated Industries, Detroit.

Conrad looked around the table, allowing himself the briefest of smiles towards Lauren, she didn't notice. It had been over two weeks since he'd last stayed overnight in Detroit. Occasionally, she had wondered why, yet hadn't asked.

'Welcome all, you have the agenda which covers the three elements we are tendering for under the Saudi defence contract. Although they are yet to confirm the date when they will draw a line under tender changes, and indeed award the contract, we now have the dates when our three products are to be demonstrated, starting next Monday. I'm not covering the cyber security part as that work lies totally with Suma's team, and he assures me it's all on track. We will have to satisfy ourselves before submission, as we are responsible as the main contractor, but it's not subjected to tests as such, merely a technical assessment by an independent expert. But that's not something for today.

The Saudi delegation has arrived, and Suma and I have met with Omar El-Hashem. Mainly a curtesy meeting, in the usual fashion conducted by the Arab nations, from which we learned little, except these demonstrations are make or break. Omar emphasised that if we fail, that will be it. He has tried to convince his colleagues that this is unreasonable, with new technology and a new supplier. His appeal for a small time window to demonstrate again, has not been accepted. We get one shot at this and I'd remind you, if one of the three products fail, we will be excluded from the contract, we can't continue with the one or two which pass. Suma, anything you wish to add?'

'I believe you've covered all we gleaned from the meeting Conrad. My personal impression of Omar was how nervous he seemed, he wasn't the confident person I've spoken to on the phone a couple of times. We know he has a growing power base which is resented by many of the ruling party, who distrust his motives. I assume our winning this contract, or more relevant our not doing so, would be a major political blow to him and his supporters, perhaps stalling his ambitions to gain further power in the Kingdom.'

'I don't disagree with what you're saying Suma, but where is this going?' Conrad asked.

'Well, I think it's another example of how difficult our winning this contract really is. The ruling party are worried about Omar, he's a thorn in their side. I imagine they are probably seeking any avenue to discredit him. Therefore, our demonstrations, our tender submission and presentations will be subject to far more scrutiny and checks than the British proposal. We must all keep this in mind as we progress through the process, check and double check everything we are doing.'

'Thanks Suma, I'm sure you will all take this on board, as we have a lot riding on this contract. Now, reports on the tests we've been doing, starting with the mobile ground to air missiles. Jeb, as chief contract officer would you lead on all these please. Others chip in as you feel fit, remembering Suma's comment – check and double check.'

'Right, we've filmed all the latest tests, so you can see the result and I'll set this rolling in a minute. The Pentagon are fully behind our work on the contract as you know, so we were able to test at the air force facility in Arizona. With their permission, we tested our product against the latest technology the US army is using, some of which we supplied a few years ago. I'll show this first, so you can see what we are up against.'

After Jeb had set the film rolling, he continued. 'The first thing I'd draw your attention to is the size of the missile launching truck. Now focus on the left side of the screen as the target drone comes into view. By the way we didn't tell the operatives which direction the target would come from, and timings start from when they initiate the lock on process for the missile, you'll see this at the bottom of the screen, it starts ......now. Impressive, the target was flying at 15,000 feet, blown out of the sky in 15 seconds from the start of lock on and launch procedure. You'll see the launcher is moving away, this is to simulate escape action with its speed and time appearing at the bottom of the screen. You'll notice its heading into desert like terrain, leading towards hilly territory. What we are monitoring here, is maintained speed through the sand and, what speed can be maintained in a hilly environment without losing stability. The centre of gravity of these things is quite high, so there is a risk of it turning over. All this information is available to the operatives and they must adjust progress accordingly. The one thing the defence guys wouldn't let us do is attempt to blow it up, a budget cost too far. Fortunately, the demonstration under the Saudi contract does not require this either, but we do have to demonstrate shell impact on the plating material we are using. In this next sequence, you will see those tests on the plating used on the current vehicles. The results on screen now are those from US defence records, which we will use for our comparison, but the Saudi's will have to use their own. We assume this will be the current British product they have, but we can't be sure about that. Any questions so far?'

Jeb paused, looking slowly around at the faces in front of him. Most wore a worried expression, but none spoke, so he continued. 'Next, we have our product, first look at the overall size, no it's not a camera trick it really is a lot smaller, with the launching mechanisms much lower; making the centre of gravity lower too. The comparative dimensions and other technical data is in the packs you have, along with other test data. The film continues with the same tests, and as the data comes on screen, you'll see in every area our product is quicker and faster. It also has a higher shell impact resistance. There were further tests carried out, which I won't show, but details are in the pack. This is impressive too, we varied the height of the target, increasing in stages of 2,500 feet. At 25,000 feet, the current launcher is struggling to lock on, ours continued to be effective to 37,500 feet.'

The worried expressions, Jeb had seen earlier had been replaced by smiles, Conrad spoke.

'Jeb, I'd appreciate your confirmation that the test we've seen was the first attempt. I'm sure you know what I'm getting at, our internal tests have to be under the same conditions as will apply next week.'

'I should have said at the beginning, we gave the Pentagon the Saudi test criteria, for two principal reasons. Firstly, we've been looking at these so long now, we wanted a fresh pair of eyes to be sure we'd interpreted them correctly. Secondly, we wanted them to run the tests, not us. They have teams of people doing this stuff all the time, who better to ensure we are not deluding ourselves on the products' performance. Shall I move on to the heavily armoured all-terrain vehicles now Conrad?'

'Unless anyone has questions at this point, let's do that.'

'The known problem with these vehicles is the offset between speed and manoeuvrability, coupled with the protection afforded to the occupants. Again, we didn't blow up any vehicles, the plating tests you've already seen fulfil this part of the requirement, the film will demonstrate the handling etc. It shows a simulated extraction of ten personnel, using the best vehicle the US army have, and our latest product. Now there is a danger here, that some of the vehicles' attributes could be down to the skill of the driver. To overcome this, we've used an army test driver, who is very familiar with their vehicles and that same driver, after a short training period, also drove ours. Watch and learn ladies and gentlemen.'

As the film finished, nods of approval at the clear advantage the new vehicle had over the current one, spread around the room.

'A question occurs to me Jeb.' It was Robert Faulkner who spoke. 'From what we've seen, even if the Saudi contract doesn't come off, would it be fair to assume our own army are likely to be customers for our products, as they do appear to be significantly superior to what they are using now?'

'I think that will prove to be so Robert, but there is a downside. The Pentagon have been keen for us to win this business, once they see how good it is, will they still be so keen? I'll move on to the personal protection next, which I think you will agree emphasises this point.

Your packs give the weight comparison and other data on the best the US currently uses, and our offering. Also, the level of protection offered from automatic fire, bomb blasts etc., and you'll see we are ahead of the game. However, the film shows the really impressive bit, comparing the current methodology for IED detection with what Suma and his team have come up with. I appreciate you all know what we were trying to achieve, seeing it in action is a different matter. In case you are wondering, robots were used throughout the tests, so no one was hurt as a result of the explosions you'll see. The current method of IED detection remains a lead person with detecting equipment, this sequence shows how easy it is to miss one and the results are catastrophic.'

A collective gasp went up from around the table, at the scene shown on the screen.

'Not good, eh? Our product has the detection technology in the kit and with the group moving slowly, shows how far ahead and how wide its range is. Notice the way it shows a clear path through the explosive devices. The next bit shows how speeding up the advance affects the detection rate. Not until the robots are moving at nearly 20 miles per hour does it become ineffective. Obviously, we'd like to improve this further but only professional athletes can get near this speed, wearing the protective gear.'

'Thanks Jeb, I'm sure that was very reassuring to all of us who have been working long days, and all too often, nights to keep this project on track. There weren't many questions during the presentation, so I suggest a short break for you to consider what you've seen and re-read the packs. This will give you the opportunity to come up with questions, however obscure and difficult. Once we've dealt with them, we'll move onto the logistic side of fulfilling the contract; on the assumption we will win it.' Conrad rose from his seat and walked slowly back to his own office.

Lauren soon followed. 'I was wondering about the notes you require to be issued on the meeting so far, bearing in mind the information in their packs and the tests that have been completed satisfactorily?'

'I think your notes can be restricted to that, no extra detail required. I suggest you document the questions and answers raised in the next session fully, as these may prompt others, once the notes are circulated. Was there anything else you were wondering about?'

Lauren hesitated before answering. 'Yes, you've been working long hours but not stayed over for a while now, any reason?'

'If I'm honest, guilty conscious coupled with worry about this contract, both giving me sleepless nights.'

'I thought we'd been through this. I won't make any demands on you, the arrangement we've had for a number of years suits me, and I thought it did you too?'

'Of course, it did, does, I consider myself a very lucky man to have you. Just I'm not going to be great company and don't want to impose this mood on you.'

'That's part of the deal Conrad. I'm free tonight and it's pretty late already.'

'You're on, make the booking and I'll ring home when the meeting's over. I can see the next item on our production facilities dragging on for some time, as it does remain a significant issue.'

CIA HQ, Langley.

'Max, you were on my list to catch up with, but you go first.'

'I thought I'd update you on the activities of EGC in Europe Chuck, to add to the details already widely reported in the media. Although somewhat amateurish in execution, they were far more successful than expected, and create quite a problem for the EU. I suspect this is soon going to be recognised as a global issue. It would be quite a task to deal with similar attacks in various parts of the world, where hostilities are already a daily occurrence. Add this to the mix and it's a much bigger problem than the one Europe has right now. One reason for giving you more detail, apart from the fact we always like to share information with our American cousins.'

'Really Max you surprise me.' Chuck interrupted, with more than a hint of sarcasm.

'As I was saying, apart from always sharing, it may have some relevance to how EGC may encourage Antifa to step up activity in Detroit, and not in a good way.'

Fifteen minutes later, Max had finished briefing Chuck. 'Now what can you tell me about their activities in Detroit?'

'You know we're under pressure from the Pentagon, to do all we can to ensure Consolidated Industries suffers no more disruption to their production facilities, so we've pulled a number of known agitators off the streets, over the past couple of weeks or so. Not given us much, except grief from the usual bunch of vultures, more usually known as lawyers, citing human rights atrocities and claims for monetary compensation for their clients. As yet, it's not provided any indication of co-ordinated action against Consolidated. All the problems they've been having, seem to be one or two individuals with some gripe or other. Some of those we've identified as associated with Antifa and EGC do work at Consolidated, so we've given them the list. Helps them to know who to keep an eye on but thrown up nothing so far.

The local CIA office has been in regular touch with Consolidated's security guy, Robert Faulkner. He's ex-service and knows his way around. What you've told me about EGC is worrying, as up to now we've kind of dismissed the possibility of out and out terrorist action, primarily because Antifa have been trying to rouse dissatisfaction and disruption among the employees. As a result, or more accurately, because they need the employees on side to fulfil the contract, if it is awarded, Consolidated have been very good at improving their labour relations. Announcing that the Saudi contract has a clause, requiring production to be based in US, has helped with this.'

'You know the old saying Chuck, if something sounds too good to be true, it probably is. I'd put what you've told me firmly in that category. Not my place to tell you what to do, but I'd get ready for something nasty happening soon. My information is the internal tests of the contract products went well. If that's repeated at the demonstrations to the Saudi's next week, I think action will be forthcoming to throw a spanner in the works, with the production facilities being the most likely target.'

'Makes sense Max, I'll contact Detroit office later today. The reason I intended to ring you was progress on the IRA front. We've been through the files, to remind ourselves of the various groups in the US, who were active during the troubles. Most appear to have reverted to being social clubs, appealing to those with an Irish background or family. So far, only three give any indication of hard-line political activity. Over the last couple of years, their political ranting, rallies and so on have increased significantly, calling for a united Ireland, coupled with anti-British activity. It's a worrying trend and we've stepped up monitoring on the other former groups. It looks like this may be getting some traction, but until it turns into some sort of terrorist action, however tenuous, we will have a hard time stopping it.'

'Any indication of funding coming from Irish government sources Chuck? Some of the projects our international aid budget funds never ceases to amaze me. Maybe the Irish have similar tendencies, so this maybe one area to look at. Funding for evaluation reports on potential development and research is another, where loose definitions can mean all sorts of things creep under the radar.'

'Agreed, and we have a small team looking at that angle. Will keep you up to speed with anything we find. Particularly if it indicates the Irish government co-operation on border control and recognition of Northern Ireland as part of the UK, is changing. Moving in a different direction, with all that could potentially mean.'

'Thanks Chuck, I'll do the same with EGC.'

Home of Omar El-Hashem, Riyadh, Saudi Arabia.

'I mean it Omar, these people in Ireland are not professional, there is a real risk of our plans being discovered, their security is an open door.' Alex Jennings was clearly unhappy with what he'd found within the ISS operation, and was shouting down the satellite phone.

'Alex, I take your point. However, in all the planned bomb locations, except for Turkey, this will be the biggest thing the local groups have been involved in. It will be a test for them and is why we have eight separate locations in eight different countries; not all will succeed.'

'Well, I'll be amazed if London succeeds and it's my neck on the block, if we are caught.'

'You knew the risks Alex, it's not the first time you've been in this situation.'

'I know, but previously I've always been able to evaluate the risk and decide whether it's reasonable to carry on. It's not like that this time. I've joined an operation run by a bunch of country yokels, who've never done anything like this before, it's Central London for Christ's sake, not rural Ireland. And they've lumbered me with a wife, supposed to make it easy for me to travel unchallenged but also limits my options if things go wrong; I'll have to get rid of her if that happens, too much of a handicap.'

'I leave that up to you Alex. Don't be so pessimistic, you'll have the element of surprise, the world is not expecting anything on this scale, believe me.'

'I don't doubt that Omar, but let me remind you that London is the last one in the sequence, with a time lapse from the first bomb in Japan of eight hours or so. If there have been any leaks in the various teams, we could be picked up before we get started. Remind me where they are, so I can consider weak points.'

'I know you trained the bomb makers Alex, but you are not in overall control of this plan and some aspects are outside of your brief.'

'Don't wind me up Omar, if they catch me, your whole organisation is in danger, it's in both our interests that I succeed and get away, even if the others are caught. Please give me an outline if nothing else'

'Buddhist temples in China and Myanmar, Christian in Japan, Hindu in India, Greek Orthodox in Turkey, Catholic in Italy and one in Iraq. Good enough for you?'

'India worries me the most, the security forces there are good and brutal, so if they have a whiff of this, they may crack it wide open. Turkey is another one, where the level of continuing terrorist activity means they are always on the lookout for signs of trouble.'

Omar was about to reply but a knock on the door made him hesitate. 'Yes, who is it?'

'Kassim'.

'Come in my friend, I'm on the phone to Alex, discussing progress on our planned activity.'

'Don't let me interrupt, do you want me to wait outside?'

Omar held up his hand. 'I think we're about done, anything further we need to go over Alex.'

'No guess not, you'll know soon enough if it all goes to plan. I'll consider the risk element further and let you know if I need to abort.'

'I'm sure it won't come to that. At least discuss it with me before you decide, we may be able to change things to alleviate your concerns. I remain optimistic this will be a significant success for our cause.'

'Can't promise that Omar, if I judge I'm too exposed, contacting you might increase the risk of it all falling apart.'

'Understood, good luck.'

'Now Kassim, have you some good news, tea?' Omar clapped his hands to summon refreshment.

'I believe it is good news, for now. My enquiries reveal that the CIA and FBI are all over the known Antifa and EGC operatives in Detroit. Picked up a few of the most active and appear to be closing a net around any potential action against Consolidated Industries. There is no doubt this is being driven by the Pentagon. We already know they want Consolidated to win this contract, so appears they are being very active, behind the scenes, to do all they can to support the bid. Don Newman is the name I've been given as the big cheese behind all this.'

'Excellent news Kassim. Ah, tea has arrived.' Once tea had been served and the servant dismissed, Omar continued. 'You said for now?'

'Indeed yes. EGC have their hands full with what they started in Europe, and my sources advise Antifa don't see Consolidated as an organisation they should maximise protests over. They're good employers by American standards and have improved employee relations as part of their bid process. For now, it seems unlikely there will be any major disruption. In a year or so's time, assuming the contract is won, it may be a different story, particularly if the weapons supplied are used in some major action which EGC are angered about. Somehow we need to ensure the CIA and FBI keep alert to this possibility.'

'The longer term doesn't interest me too much Kassim. If our plans don't bear fruit in the next year or so, what happens to Consolidated and Cyber will be of no consequence to us.'

# Chapter 6

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# The Immediate Consequences

Emergency Meeting of the European Council.

'Madame President, I assure you I do have authority to trigger the process to leave both the Euro and the European Union.' Nikola Samolis was hot, frustrated and impatient. 'At our last meeting, I stated very clearly this was a likely path for Greece, if nothing was done to help us accommodate the refugees. My country and my people are suffering. The response of this Council was to resolve that refugees would have one hearing on their asylum claim, and if unsuccessful, they would be sent back to their home country, subject to some safeguard arrangements to be put in place as part of this plan, under UN supervision. Since that resolution, how many asylum claims have been heard under the new arrangements – I can tell you, the total for the whole of the EU is thirty-three, none of which were successful. Of those thirty-three how many have been transported back to their original countries – I can tell you, none.'

'Nikola, we all understand how difficult this issue has been for your country, but you have to allow time for new systems and procedures to be effective, it's early days.' Simone Durand was trying to calm things, bring back some perspective.

'With all due respect Simone, this has been going on for too long. It was an unresolved problem when the United Kingdom voted to leave. Many of us thought that would be a wakeup call to act together, genuinely in the interest of all, but that has not happened. Each country votes for what they deem is best for them, so agreement on major changes never happens, just more legislation, regulation and central bureaucracy. Every proposal is watered down to meet the requirements of all twenty-seven of us, takes an age to implement, then provides very little help and alleviation to those of us at the forefront of the problem. I say enough, all my local provinces, following the EGC attacks, have made representation to Parliament that either the EU provides real help and action to dramatically change the impact of the refugee problem, or we leave. We're on our own now, and if nothing is going to change, we'll deal with it as an independent country. The initial representation has been passed into a resolution, approved by a majority vote in Parliament, so my hands are tied. Unless this meeting comes up with something I can take back, as being a valid justification for not leaving at this time, we leave. I trust this makes my position clear.'

Vincent Sabatini, Prime Minister of Italy rose to speak. 'Madame President, you and my fellow members will recall the position of my country is similar to that of Greece and remains so. Because of the EGC action, two Northern regions, Lombardy and Veneto, are canvassing for referendums to become independent of Rome. If these progress, it's likely there will be a substantial majority in favour. You have been aware of this possibility, ever since the Northern League raised this as a desirable future for those wealthy regions. They want more say over how they run their affairs, and the impact on their daily lives. You perceived it as Italy's problem, it's not. It's an EU problem, as many of their complaints result from EU regulation and compliance, or all too often the lack of it. The action agreed on dealing with asylum claims, is merely one more example of how ineffective we have become in meeting the wishes and now, demands of our people. The next step will be pressure to leave the EU and the Euro. Where do you stand on this Mateo, following the impact of EGC action near Barcelona?'

Mateo Villar remained seated for a few moments gathering his thoughts. He'd hoped to avoid having to speak on this issue. The trauma of Catalonia's campaigns for independence, over the last few years, had taken its toll on his political authority, and indeed his own health.

'It is with some regret, that I inform you of the decision of my Parliament late last night, to allow a referendum on Catalonia's independence from Spain, the result of which will be honoured and implemented. I have no doubt this will result in an independent Catalonia and fear the knock-on effect spreading to other regions. In time, the position of Spain within the EU, resulting from increased regional power, will almost certainly alter our relationship. How? I cannot predict, but for sure we can't go on as we are, with so many differing views on how we deal with a whole spectrum of issues, from the economy to migration. The EU has become an expensive additional legislature, and too often ineffective at dealing with real issues. The UK got it right, it has opened a path that I believe most of us will follow over the coming years.' With that he sat down heavily.

'Madame President, I fully endorse your earlier response.' Nicolas Mortier, Prime Minister of France spoke.

'We have to give the latest initiative for processing asylum claims more time, to prove its worth. I appreciate the actions of EGC have given yet more impetus to how urgent this is, but to talk of leaving the EU and Euro now, is surely premature. We must do all we can to resist this happening. I appeal to all of you to make some concessions, to help our friends in Greece, Italy and Spain. France is willing to increase the number of refugees it accommodates in the short term, and add resources to asylum processing, to speed things along. How about you Mia?'

'Nicolas, that's a generous offer. But I would remind you, my predecessor made a similar generous offer to accommodate many, many more refugees in Germany, and there is no doubt that led to a gradual fall off in popularity, and eventual loss of power. One of the asylum claims we have processed, was from a man of Oromo origin, a major region in Ethiopia, which has been severely oppressed, persecuted by the Ethiopian government since 2016. However, there are twenty-seven million Oromo in Ethiopia alone. How does granting asylum to that man help resolve this potential problem? Surely it merely gives a message for more to come, without having any effect on resolving their grievances, and giving them stability and security in their own country. Not only will that provide encouragement for more to come, it will increase the activity of people smugglers. We will be guilty of helping their sordid business to expand and thrive.

I know there will be those who say, what matters is you have the opportunity to help one man, whose life is on hold, because of the difficulties he faces. I am more and more convinced we are only helping those who are best placed to help themselves. Young, able bodied men are by far the majority of those seeking refuge. What of the sick, the infirm, the children, where does their opportunity for help come from? How do we ensure any assistance we give, is to those who need it most?

I'll answer my own question; we don't. This is a problem for the world, an opportunity for the United Nations to show it still means something in this changing world. We are very aware of the problems in Syria, Afghanistan, Yemen, among others. We understand why people are prepared to risk all, to get away from such dangerous and traumatic environments. We should also acknowledge, that although refugees have turned into a major problem for the EU, on which we have failed to find agreement, resulting in significant difficulties in some member countries, the refugee crisis in countries adjacent to the war zones are much worse. Far more people living in desperate circumstances and needing help. While oppression, revolution, terrorism, famine and outright war persist in these various countries, the refugee numbers can only grow, placing yet more strain on the adjacent countries, and an incentive for governments to encourage them to move on. Again, the only winners are the people smugglers. It is time for a different approach.'

'I think we all accept that Mia, but what does it contribute to our immediate dilemma of how to keep the EU together at this difficult time? Germany is the largest, most prosperous country in the EU, what can you offer in the short term?'

Simone Durand was desperate to find a way forward. Her term as President had been marred by one crisis after another, with little progress on any of them, and now this; three countries potentially leaving the EU.

'Germany will match the offer made by Nicolas on behalf of France, but I request every country, except Italy, Greece and Spain do likewise. If this is agreed, we can begin transporting refugees out of those three countries, to the asylum processing centres around the EU. Germany is also prepared to fund the cost of transporting the refugees, who fail this process, back to their own countries. But this must be done under United Nations supervision, to ensure those returned are at least safe in the short term. Solving the underlying issues, in the countries they will be returning to, has already dragged on for far too long. Thus, we must all recognise that believing we can provide a safe environment appropriate to the circumstances of some refugees, any time soon, is very unlikely.

Germany makes this offer in the spirit of keeping the EU together. In that same spirit of unity, insists that within three months, each country contributes to the repatriation costs, in proportion to the number of repatriations their asylum procedures generate. Further, we cannot repatriate without providing significant financial and other support to sustain the refugees. We must be prepared to fund adequate housing, facilities and protection within camps. These are yet to be constructed, but necessary to provide acceptable living conditions to people who may remain in these camps, until the underlying problems in their home countries are resolved – potentially a long time. This will mean schools, hospitals, other public services and work opportunities, to provide a community environment. There is no short-term fix. We cannot mend the various conflicts that destroy resources, and make people's lives a misery, without engaging with others. This means recognising their history and culture, their right to be an autonomous country, but influencing them to act in the interests of all their people, accept responsibility for them, in return for a cohesive and supportive international community. The UN remains the only organisation through which these goals can be achieved.

I would also remind you what Ahmed Aydin, President of Turkey, outlined at our last meeting, we have to do more in helping those countries dealing with large numbers of refugees. What I'm proposing is a response to this. Yes, more of our financial resources will have to be given up to provide these facilities. It's all part of recognising we all live in this world, and unless we redouble our efforts to provide more equality, ensuring human needs are met, things will only get worse, far worse in the future.'

'Well, you've all heard what Chancellor Erhard and Prime Minister Mortier have proposed. I open the floor for a discussion, then we will see if there is enough support for a resolution to be approved and agreed. We will then have a clear commitment from us all, to begin the changes, the necessity for which has been clearly demonstrated to us here today.'

Nikola Samolis was the first to speak. 'May I ask when this new arrangement will be implemented, tomorrow, next week, next year. It has to happen quickly, something we are not very good at.'

Simone responded. 'That's certainly something to be considered as a major plank of the resolution Nikola. Recognising the urgency from your perspective and the procedures we have to follow and amend, may I suggest one month from today, for that part of the initiative which is within our control. The longer-term proposal, if it gains support, should go forward to the UN, as it cannot be got off the ground without wider support.'

Saudi Arabia – Defence Council Meeting.

'Well Omar, I agree these demonstration results are impressive, appear to have the edge on the British offering.' Prince Mahbeer had spent over three hours of the meeting, going through the results presented to the Council.

'Does that mean we, as the authorised committee, recommend to our procurement colleagues acceptance of Consolidated Industries as the preferred supplier, for this part of the contract?'

'No, I'm afraid it does not mean that. We haven't got to the comparative prices yet. I want this to be considered, before any recommendation is agreed by us. Also, we have the production aspect to consider. I am not against spreading the contract over a number of suppliers, in principle. But only to those who are prepared to work with an overarching contractor and have demonstrated production capacity to fulfil the contract. I remain to be convinced Consolidated Industries can satisfy us, on these aspects. I suggest we take a break, reconvene in one hour refreshed, and ready to explore these items in more detail.'

Omar was one of the last to leave the opulent room. He was frustrated and annoyed with progress, he needed to calm himself in case he said something to Prince Mahbeer he later regretted. Although he had a solid power base, as a result of his clandestine activities against the reformist agenda, he had to be careful. Prince Mahbeer was part of the royal family, with far more power and influence, than he was ever likely to have. Yet, ensuring Consolidated won this contract was a major part of his plan to demonstrate he could deliver on changes to strengthen Saudi Arabia, its position in the world and, coincidentally, his own status.

He joined the small group he felt supported his position. Time to explore what information he could give to them, before the meeting reconvened, to promote Consolidated's prospects.

Asad Masih was the first to speak. 'Omar, you are not going to convince Prince Mahbeer unless your contacts at Consolidated Industries can provide cast iron guarantees that they can meet the production schedules. You know the rumour mill is alive with various stories on this, not helped by social media. Maybe it is fake news, but I for one don't know what is true and what is false anymore.

I know it's frustrating for you Omar, but in this situation, I think we need more than the contractor merely signing up to the production schedules. Sure, there are penalties, if these are missed, but as a potential new supplier with these doubts hanging over them, I cannot see the Council agreeing to recommend this bid.'

'I understand that position Asad, and it is frustrating. I have quizzed both Consolidated and Cyber Security Services over the last few months on this very issue. Provided comprehensive reports to Council, yet we're still in this situation. We know the Pentagon supports the bid, even if that cannot be expressed formally. They are very keen to extend the list of products they supply to us and see this as a major opportunity. They are convinced these products are way ahead of the British offering and will almost certainly procure them for their own use. It's always helpful to the US, for a major ally to purchase American armaments, as part of demonstrating to their enemies the superiority of their weaponry.'

'Maybe you've just defined the problem Omar. Perhaps we should wait until the US army does use these products before we commit to them?' Assad replied.

Omar could feel his anger rising. Things looked as if they might get worse, not better.

'Long shot Omar.' Saad Rahal intervened. 'Any chance of getting someone from the Pentagon to ring into our meeting, and explain why they are so supportive of the American bid for these three products?'

'Short notice, but definitely worth a try.' Omar's mood lightened.

Ten minutes later Omar finished his call with Conrad Schulz.

'Lauren see if you can get hold of Don Newman, or if not him, someone who can speak with authority on behalf of the US Defence team. I need to talk to someone urgently, or the Saudi contract could be about to disappear in puff of social media misinformation.'

Lauren spent a frustrating hour, trying to get hold of someone who would accept this was urgent. She'd terminated six calls as she was getting nowhere. She was about to make her seventh attempt when the phone on her desk rang.

'Don Newman here, gather Conrad wants to talk? I've left a briefing meeting to make this call, would you get him to ring me back on a secure line to this number. Thanks.' The line went dead.

'Sorry to disturb you Don but I desperately need your help.' Conrad gave Don Newman a summary of the call he'd had with Omar El-Hashem.

'I see, and you're suggesting I ring into this Council meeting and give them the low down on why we support your bid. And, crucially give assurance that you and Cyber can meet the production schedules in the contract. I have to ask, can you?'

'Come on Don, don't pretend. I know you've asked the CIA to look into our factory troubles, so this is high up your agenda. Haven't they satisfied you that it's just local difficulties, and we've made good progress with our own employees, helped by your insisting on US production facilities only. Be frank, is this business with Antifa a serious long-term threat to our operation?'

'Honest answer, I wish I knew. The latest intel from Europe on what's going on is not encouraging. But too early to tell if it will have a significant impact in the US, and on Consolidated in particular. Gather Omar is pretty wound up, is this Defence Council meeting the crunch one? If we don't get a recommendation from this one, there's no second chance?'

'That's how he put it to me.'

'Okay, I'll stick my neck out, give me the call details.'

The meeting had reconvened, Prince Mahbeer was demonstrating his usual attention to detail in reviewing the pricing schedules. 'The pricing proposed by Consolidated is significantly more than the British offering, so I suggest we review the technical specifications again, to see if we consider the extra cost offers a demonstrably better product. It would be helpful to have the demonstration results available, to assist this comparison.'

It took some time to go through these items. Omar taking every opportunity to point out the superiority of the American proposition. As they worked through this, it was obvious to Omar and others around the table, it was not going to be easy to persuade the Prince to move away from the British supplier. Clearly the long-standing relationship and proven quality of supply, provided a safety net in their favour – better the devil you know. Omar's sense of worry increased.

At last, the Prince appeared to be satisfied they had explored every aspect of the items which had given him concern.

'I admit, I need some convincing that it is worth paying more, particularly to a new supplier. Having considered this in the context of the additional technical capabilities, when coupled with the results we have from the demonstration models, I conclude the additional cost can be justified. However, it will need detailed explanation as part of our final recommendation.

Omar's relief was almost visible.

'Now, we move onto what may be a stumbling block, we will find difficult to overcome.' Prince Mahbeer continued. 'I asked our security force to prepare a report on the situation in Detroit, as recent events there are the primary cause of my and, therefore I assume, your concerns.'

There was a muffled agreement around the table allowing the Prince to go on. 'The General Intelligence Department's report, which you will find in the papers being circulated now, outline the possibility of the troubles experienced in Europe, spreading to the US. It appears the group behind the attacks in Europe, EGC are in contact with Antifa. The report envisages any action they are likely to mutually agree, will probably start in Detroit.'

Omar could not contain his reaction. 'With all due respect, why was this report not available to us before the meeting. It is difficult to absorb this level of detail and build it into our thinking at short notice. You have emphasised to us all, the recommendation we make is to be balanced and comprehensive. It makes this more difficult to do, if vital information is only shared with us at this delicate stage. I would like to move that the meeting is adjourned until tomorrow, to give us time to give proper consideration to this report.'

'Omar, I have sensed for some time, that your view on the merit of each of these tenders is biased towards the American offering. Having said that, I acknowledge that I will take some convincing to move from our existing supplier, at a time of increasing uncertainty in the Middle East. I refer particularly, to our deteriorating relationship with Iran, the continuing conflicts in Syria and Yemen, and the unknown impact of the various terrorist organisations operating in our region. Nevertheless, it is necessary that any recommendation is the majority view of this Council, preferably an absolute majority. To achieve this, I believe it would be beneficial to continue this meeting. We still have a lot to consider and absorb, before we are likely to achieve a rational decision, taking account of all available information. Would those in favour of continuing please indicate now? Against? As the majority view is to continue, I suggest we break to consider the report, and reconvene in thirty minutes.'

Ten minutes into the recess. Omar received the message that Don Newman wished to speak to him. He finished reading the report, to ensure he was fully briefed, before returning the call. Then he asked to see Prince Mahbeer in advance of the meeting being reconvened.

Once gathered in the room again, Prince Mahbeer asked if they'd all had sufficient time to read the report and identify questions relevant to Consolidated Industries bid. This being agreed, he requested questions be listed, so they could be worked through, one by one. He then informed the meeting, he was prepared to accept a call from Don Newman, from the Pentagon. We know the security of Consolidated's production facilities are of considerable importance to US defence, so the Pentagon has been taking considerable interest in any developments which may affect this.

Don Newman was subjected to considerable questioning on the activities of Antifa and EGC, some of which he struggled to address completely. He conceded that as with all activity of this nature, nothing is certain, as he was sure the meeting would be aware from similar action in their own part of the world. However, he was able to assure them, the full force of American security operations was available and involved in these problems. They were liaising and co-operating with their European colleagues, particularly Britain, to be fully informed of potential trouble and initiate action to contain it. He gambled and concluded the call with the following comments.

'Although I appreciate your concern on the security of Consolidated's production facilities, we have reviewed these in some detail. In view of what has happened in Europe, and the continuing existence of EGC, Europe and indeed Britain, are not immune from these same issues. As an ally, I confide in you that the products Consolidated Industries and Cyber Security Systems have developed, will become a vital part of US defence systems. I trust you will believe me when I say, we are totally committed to ensuring the companies are robust and suffer no disruption of any kind. I wish you well in your deliberations gentlemen. If there is anything further I can add, please ask.'

Later that night, Conrad's mobile rang on the bedside table in his hotel room. He carefully moved Lauren's arm from around his shoulders to answer. Omar confirmed a positive recommendation, albeit not a majority one. His next comment alarmed Conrad.

'Say goodnight to Lauren from me.'

Irish Immigration Centre, Dublin.

'What the hell's that racket?' The centre chief was angry, again. 'Don't tell me it's those Yemenis still kicking up a fuss. When's that interpreter supposed to arrive? Any time this year, do you suppose?'

As usual, his assistant was the calming influence. Without his steadying hand, each day was at risk of turning into chaos, a shouting match with nothing achieved.

'She's on her way from the airport now.'

'About time. Did you say, she? I pray to God she's a professional, not some sympathetic do-gooder. That's all I need at the moment, someone who translates all their complaints, provides me with a long list of things I must do, to compensate them for the delay in providing them with accommodation, at the best hotel Ireland can offer.' He took a deep breath and paused before saying. 'Do you think I'm getting too old for all this Patrick? Things happen so fast these days, and I struggle to find much that is for the overall good of our society.'

'No Brian, I agree things have changed so much over the last few years, perhaps we are still playing catch up. Our facilities were not designed to cope with the numbers we are having to deal with, which leads to frustration all round.'

'Okay, enough navel gazing, what's the plan, do we throw her in at the deep end with the three men we suspect are not what they claim?'

'I understand Intelligence want to keep those three kicking their heels for as long as possible, so she'll start with the women and children. From what little we've been able to get from them, with help from the only one who can speak English, Majid I think his name is, I believe they are grateful for a warm place to stay, food, and medical attention for the children suffering from the ordeal of their travels; all of which we have provided.'

'No doubt I have you to thank for that, as usual Patrick. I'm grateful for the way you deal with these sort of things, I really am.'

'Horses for courses, Brian. I'm sure you haven't forgotten, it was your initial interviews with them that singled out the three men, as the ones requiring special attention. On reviewing all the interview recordings, Intelligence agree with you.'

'So, the interpreter starts with the women and children. At this stage we have taken the women's word at face value, and allowed those who claim to be their husbands, to be interviewed with them. However, a couple of those are suspicious, as they appear to have no affinity with their children at all. Then it will be the turn of the four single men, who don't give us particular concern, just boys really, looking for a different life. As none of them speak a word of English, I may have got the wrong end of the stick, but appears they are scared of the violence and wanted to get away from it, before being forced to join one of the fighting groups in Yemen.'

'Yes, and it appears to be supported by their activities or lack of any, over the last few days. Maybe it will be a different story, when they are talking to someone in their own language, regular little firebrands perhaps?'

The phone rang announcing the arrival of Daisy Franklin, the interpreter.

'I'll go fetch her Brian, assume you'll want to brief her along the lines we've been discussing.'

'Yes fine, Patrick. Thanks.'

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It was after 7pm when Daisy returned to the centre chief's office.

'I've interviewed all the family groups Brian and agree with your initial assessment. Two of the so-called husbands are not married to the women they claim as their wives. They showed no interest in what happens to the children, or their women. I asked Patrick to arrange for those two to be separated from their families, and each other, to mull over what will no doubt be a different story tomorrow.'

'Blast, I assume that means this is going to be quite a long drawn out process?' The expression on Brian's face showed he was less than happy with the debrief so far.

'In my experience, it's never speedy. Even for the families, they think having got here they will be transferred to the UK, provided with a permanent home and start a new life. I had great difficulty getting through to them, as they have arrived in an EU country they have to be processed in this country, and there is no case for onward transmission to the UK. What I didn't tell them, is following the recent changes agreed by the European Council, their case for asylum will be heard in Ireland and, if unsuccessful, as I believe it will be, they will be returned to Yemen.'

'Glad you spared them that, as guess it would be the last thing they want to hear right now. Although they will have to be told soon, lawyers instructed etc.; their misery is a long way from being over.'

Daisy nodded and gave a quick smile by way of response, not through any sense of joy at her day's work, merely acknowledging the reality of the situation.

Brian continued. 'Not great news for the Irish immigration service either. We have such limited facilities to accommodate refugees.' I'll get Patrick onto the logistics of that first thing in the morning. What about the rest?'

'There's no doubt the four young men are frightened, but I don't know if it's the war going on back home which frightens them or, the relationship with those I've yet to interview. I'd like the Intelligence Service to go through the interview tapes, to get their take on them. Which reminds me, I gather these people were captured by British special forces, yet they handed them over to you for processing. Why?'

'I don't know the full answer to that. Clearly having landed in Ireland, they are refugees in this country, but I've no idea why they were picked up by a special forces unit from England. Perhaps I'll never know the full answer. Although, I do know people at the very top of our national security service are very interested to know what we discover. You've come over from London, do you know any more?'

'No, I was merely told Ireland don't have any Yemeni-Arabic translators, I was available and here I am. I'm employed by the UK immigration service. Although I have worked with our security services on several occasions over the years, I was not told of their involvement in this case, just a request from you guys to help.'

'Anything else before we wind up for the night?' Brian asked.

Daisy remained silent for a few moments. 'I'll start on the three men first in the morning, then try again with the two so called husbands, and finish off with the younger ones. Then I'd like the Intelligence Services to review those interviews before I speak to any of them again. There may be nothing sinister going on, but involvement of special forces makes me nervous, there's more to this than meets the eye.'

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In the morning, Daisy decided to change her interview schedule, she'd speak to the four young men first, something was nagging at her brain. She started with the one she thought was the youngest.

'What I still don't understand is how you and your friends come to be part of this group. Why were you travelling with families and a number of older men, two of whom were pretending to be married with children. Why?'

The interview had been following similar lines for nearly an hour and was going round in circles. She saw tears welling in the young man's eyes, she decided to remain quiet, see if he felt compelled to break the silence.

After a few minutes he spoke. 'I don't know why I'm here. I was unhappy at home, fed up with the war, the daily hassle of getting basic supplies, couldn't see where I fitted into the world. I didn't really want to leave my friends and family. I was offered money, they said it was an opportunity, an adventure. I'd be able to start a new life, and soon send for my family and friends to join me.'

'Who offered you money?'

'Majid.'

'Who is Majid? Is he with you ?'

'Yes, he's the leader. He's the one who can speak a little English. Been helping the others with their interviews.'

'Have you known him long? Is he a friend of your family? Why you?

'I don't know; I really don't know. I'd never met him before my cousin introduced him, saying he'd an opportunity he wanted to discuss with us. He told us we'd be travelling with a small group to Europe, and when we got there we'd be free to do what we wanted. That's all there was to it.'

'Didn't that strike you as odd, to be given money just to travel to Europe. What for?' Daisy was relieved to have got through to him, eager for more.

'What about the other people in your group are they being paid?'

'I think so. The whole journey was easy. We'd heard horrific stories of people who'd left, paid a lot of money to people smugglers, been caught at a border somewhere, living in refugee camps for months, even killed. Majid assured us this wouldn't happen to us. Money had been paid, our route secured, officials bribed.'

'And you believed him?'

'Not at first, just thought he was another crazy Saudi, caught up in the war, trying to find a way back home using us.'

Daisy managed to supress this revelation and calmly asked. 'Did you say Majid was a Saudi?'

'Yes, at first, we thought he was a spy, trying to get information from us. Perhaps he is but he never asked us for anything, nothing at all. Started giving us money and soon we had all agreed to make the journey with him. Excited by the adventure.'

'And was it easy, just as Majid had said?'

'It was hard, tiring, but we were never challenged, smuggled through borders in vans, lorries and even goods trains. It was frightening at times, especially when the women and children began to cry. That's when Majid's friends became close to the women, assuring them it would be better to travel as families.'

'Are none of the women married then?' Daisy was shocked.

'Only two aren't travelling with their husbands. They are widows, husbands killed in rocket attacks. The others are married as far as I know.'

'You've been travelling together for some time, have you got to know any of the others well?'

'The families are easier to talk to and the four of us, my cousin and the two others get on well. Making plans for what we'd do when we got to Europe. It filled time when we were delayed.'

'Delayed, can you expand on that?'

'Majid explained that as we completed each leg of the journey successfully, he'd have to liaise with those organising the next part, and it takes time.'

Logical, thought Daisy but perhaps there was another reason, waiting for further instructions; hence special forces interest. 'What about the other men, what do you know about them?'

'Not much, they help Majid, take orders from him. Think maybe they're scared of him, even though they've all seen quite a lot of action in the ongoing war. We assumed they've had enough of fighting, looking for a way out.'

'Thank you, you've been very helpful. As soon as I've interviewed the rest of your group, someone will tell you what happens next. Try not to worry in the meantime, it shouldn't be long.' Daisy smiled and lead him from the room to where Patrick was waiting. Then proceeded towards Brian's office.

She updated him on what she'd just been told. 'Have Intelligence looked at the interview tapes yet?'

'They started about an hour ago, so won't have got very far.'

'Think they ought to see this last one next, as I don't want to interview anyone else until they've heard it.'

'Understood, I'll get that sorted.' Brian left Daisy alone in the room, alone with her thoughts of where this was likely to lead. Surely the women and children were just looking for a better life, but the men, perhaps they were looking to change my way of life, and not for the better.

It was some time before Brian returned. 'Intelligence wants to take over the interrogations, sorry interviews, and wonder if you're prepared to act as interpreter still?'

'Sure, I'd rather be involved in whatever is going on than kicking my heels, waiting to be called back to London.'

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Three hours later Daisy was being introduced to Casey O'Flanagan.

'Thanks for agreeing to help us, I can get by in Arabic but the dialect the Yemenis speak defeats me, and I don't want to miss anything.'

'No problem. Dealing with refugees is usually a long process, mistrust, deliberately misunderstanding, shock, fear, the whole bag of emotions.'

'Good, I may get a bit brutal, not physically, if I sense we are being given the run around. Hope you can cope with that?'

'Is it all right if I ask for a break, if I feel it's getting too intense and counter-productive?'

'By all means do, doesn't mean I'll break straight away, if I feel it's the wrong call. So be prepared for me to continue and you translate until I decide a break is needed. Happy with that?'

Daisy didn't reply at once. Her first impression of the tall Irishman was favourable, he appeared relaxed and unlikely to be an aggressive interrogator; unlike some she'd come across. Perhaps their last conversation meant she'd misjudged him. Nevertheless, she nodded agreement to his request.

'I suggest we start with the three younger ones you've not spoken to. See if they can add anything to what you've learnt so far. We'll try his cousin next.'

It didn't take long to interview the three. Casey was an effective interrogator, gained their confidence easily; here to help and so on. Didn't add much to what they knew however.

'Question is,' Casey was thinking aloud, 'do we tackle Majid next or build up to him after the rest of the men.' He turned to face Daisy. 'Any view?'

'I think we should go at Majid. Everything we've gleaned from the four demonstrates he's in charge, giving the orders and the other men are scared of him, for some reason. Also, as far as we can ascertain, he's the only Saudi in the group and that might be significant.'

'Right, in at the deep end. Majid it is.'

'Sorry to have kept you so long Majid. I gather you speak a little English, Ms Franklin is a Yemeni-Arabic interpreter, so I've asked her to help at this interview. Alright with you?'

'Don't think we'll need her, my English is good.'

'So I can hear, but just in case I'd like her to stay.'

Majid nodded, waiting for the interrogation he knew was coming.

'My colleagues have been reviewing our databases of known terrorists, I'm sure that doesn't surprise you?'

'I'm not a terrorist, I merely want to escape the war, along with my companions. Do you know what it's like living in a war zone for years?'

'No, I don't know what it's like to live in a war zone for year after year, so you and your companions have my sympathy. However, I do know what it's like to live with the threat of terrorism on a daily basis, not knowing where the bombers are going to strike next, with little or no warning.'

'Ah, you have your IRA and its splinter groups. We have our various religious factions who do not seem able to live with each other, despite their basic teachings being very similar. How all of us should live our life, and devote it to Allah.'

'Religion is also a factor in Ireland's troubles. However, let's move on.' Casey spoke in Arabic. 'You say you are not a terrorist, yet I believe you are the only Saudi in your group? The others see you as their leader, perhaps you'd like to comment on that?'

Majid was taken aback, his expression froze, then broke into a wide smile. 'I've been in Yemen so long, trapped by this accursed war, living with my Yemeni friends, I have begun to think of myself as one of them. Not a terrorist, I assure you, a victim yes.'

'Trapped by the war you say, yet our information shows you have been travelling back and forward to Saudi, on a fairly regular basis, over the last three years. You gave your travelling companions money to join you, and have promised them more. Perhaps you'd explain these apparent inconsistencies?'

'You are mistaken; I haven't been back to Saudi Arabia for five years or more.' Majid protested.

Casey carefully laid a set of photographs showing a man remarkably like Majid, at various border posts over the last couple of years, on the table in front of him. 'Recognise him? Familiar to you?'

'Sure, he looks a little like me but...'

'A little, I'd say he was your double, if not actually you.'

'You are right, probably my double.' Majid smiled nervously.

Casey said nothing, remained looking closely at the photographs, as if still trying to find the similarities or differences, from the face seated across the table.

Daisy shifted uneasily in her seat, feeling wary at where this would go next. But reluctant to say anything, for fear of breaking the tense atmosphere in the room.

'You look at the photographs Ms Franklin. Perhaps you can spot the differences, as Majid says it's not him.'

Daisy looked for longer then was really necessary, from the photographs to Majid, and back again. 'No sorry, they look one and the same to me.'

'Let's move on to the money Majid. Why were you paying your companions to travel with you? To cover an alternative reason for the journey? Who gave you the money?' Casey resumed the questioning, Majid remained silent.

This is going to take a while, thought Daisy. We're getting nowhere fast. She announced she needed a break. Casey agreed.

'Think we need to interview the others, unless you've some aces up your sleeve I haven't detected yet.' She announced when they were alone outside of the room.

'No aces but I'm not bad at poker.' Casey replied.

'There's a surprise in your line of work. Well what card to you intend to play next?'

'Time. Back at base the possible links to terrorist organisations is being methodically worked through. We'll get there. London are helping. I agree, let's talk to some of the others in the meantime.'

They did, and it revealed little, except when discussing the waits between the various legs of their journey, Majid had told one of them he was waiting to hear from Omar. Their journey could not proceed until he gave the word.

With little enthusiasm, Casey fed this name to his colleagues working on potential terrorist links. 'Sorry, I know it's not much, but it's slow progress here. Unless you can find a link to something, I can't get much further with Majid. I think he wanted the battle-hardened men along in case of trouble, they know little, and don't give the impression they were expecting to fight. We are struggling to find a reason behind it all. Yet British special forces got involved, this lot weren't who they were expecting, so who was it they were waiting for?'

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That evening Terry Driscoll was on the phone to Max Murray. 'As far as we can tell at this stage, only the chief guy, Majid Koury, has terrorist links. Appears he was taking his orders from an Omar and, in view of who John Holden was expecting to pick up, assume it was Omar El-Hashem. If so, just an elaborate decoy plan, with a number of innocent Yemenis involved. We'll keep plodding on and let you know if we find more, it's not looking likely at this time.'

His next call was to the Irish Taoiseach, Seamus O'Gara. 'As discussed I've relayed what we know to Max. Doesn't amount to much. However, I intend to feed a different story back to the intelligence units - along the lines of, we've uncovered a major plot showing terrorists are using Ireland as a way of gaining access to the UK. History tells me the service leaks like a sieve, and it won't take long for the media to make a splash. Are you happy with this?'

'That's a good couple of days' work Terry. All grist to the mill when I decide to tell the cabinet I intend to call a general election, and a united Ireland will be the main platform I'll stand on. Don't forget, make as much as you can of the fact we are having to deal with refugees now. If we can't stem the flow, we will have to build new detention centres, with all that entails. Voters won't like it.'

'I'll do my best Seamus. Tell me, are you not worried about increased IRA revival, once you announce you're campaigning for a united Ireland. There's a real risk they'll become very active again, to ensure their objective is achieved this time around.'

'I acknowledge it's a risk Terry but am relying on you to keep on top of this and put a stop to any planned activity, before it causes real damage and personal injury.'

'Thanks for your confidence Seamus.' Terry finished the call and muttered under his breath, 'thanks for nothing, you appear to have a damned sight more confidence than I have, about the likelihood of keeping things under control. Could be a right old bloodbath.'

Small hotel near the Elephant & Castle, London.

Michael O'Leary was the first to arrive and two hours later he was still alone. He was agitated, daren't use his phone in case the others had been caught. Where the hell are they? What's gone wrong? He headed for the bar.

He'd just ordered his second whiskey, when he felt a tap on the shoulder. 'Christ I've been rumbled too,' was his instant thought.

'Make that two will you Michael, no hang on make it three and doubles at that after the nightmare journey I've had. How was it for you, been here long Michael?

'Bloody hours, what did you two decide to do, cash in your rail tickets and hitchhike. Let's find some comfy chairs and wait for the others.' They moved to the table furthest from the bar, to avoid being overheard. 'Right now, tell me why it was such a nightmare Conor.'

'First my ferry was cancelled, and the one I caught didn't have the coach connection to Crewe. I ended up staying in a hotel in Liverpool for the night. I thought I'd make up the lost time today, what a joke; ended up on a stopper train from Liverpool. Not only did it seem to stop at every station but there were numerous holdups for HS2 works. That bloody white elephant, costing the British taxpayer a fortune, can't see it being completed in my lifetime. They need a rethink, ship some Irish navvies in, like they did in the old days. Bugger health and safety, they'll have it finished in no time. Then we can blow it up!' The three of them laughed at the thought and more drinks were ordered.

'Right so that's Conor's excuse, although I assume he was tucked up cosy with some woman in Liverpool, and just made the express to London by the skin of his teeth.' Michael said. 'Fine team I picked. How about you Sean, some cock and bull story as well?'

'Coach from Fishguard broke down. Stuck on the M4 hard shoulder for a few hours, not something I'd recommend. The replacement coach took a different route, via Oxford instead of Reading. Good job this country has left the EU, the transport system, the overcrowding, who'd want to live here? Cost a fortune to make it a decent place to live, God knows why all those refugees want to come?'

Before anyone could answer, another familiar head looked into the bar. 'There you are. Christ what a journey, anyone else have problems?'

'Let's not go there Liam, I've heard enough sob stories for one day. Whiskey?' Michael offered. The other two held up their glasses for a refill. 'Sorry boys we've work to do tomorrow, so better slow down on the drinking.'

The relaxed mood was instantly replaced with anxiety at what tomorrow would bring.

During the next couple of hours, the remaining members of the group arrived; except Alex and Lucy. Michael decided they should eat, partly to give them something to do, instead of worrying what could have delayed Alex; without him the operation would fail.

They were just starting their desserts when Alex and Lucy walked in. 'Amateurs you're a bunch of bloody amateurs!' He exploded. 'Who the hell, organised those travel arrangements, couldn't organise a piss up in a brewery. Right I'm going to finalise the plan for tomorrow. Lucy bring me a sandwich to the room, cheese and ham will do.' With that he stormed out.

Michael broke the silence. 'All except me have had a difficult time, Lucy. What went wrong for you two?'

'Nothing, it would have gone like clockwork, if Alex hadn't insisted he had time to seduce me and as that didn't work, he was building up to full blown rape. If he'd tried that, you would have been without your main man tomorrow, believe me.' She was clearly very angry.

Michael tried to act as peacemaker. 'I'm genuinely sorry about that Lucy, I know I treat you like the token women, only around to make it easier for Alex to travel, but he knew that was the reason for your inclusion, no perks.'

'Well he clearly didn't get the message. Suppose I'd better organise his sandwich or he'll be in an even worse mood than he is already.'

The others remained silent as she headed for the kitchen.

Lucy knocked on the bedroom door. 'Come,' Alex called, as she entered. 'I've organised the sleeping arrangements so there's no further misunderstanding. I've got the bed and you're in the chair. Leave the sandwich on the side table and bugger off.'

'Fine, but at some stage you're going to have to tell us what you want us all to do tomorrow. I assume you can't do it all yourself?'

'Unfortunately, not. It will take me an hour or so to make the final arrangements, then I'll call you all together to go through it in detail. Tell the others, will you?'

Lucy closed the door behind her, hesitated for a few moments in case she could hear anything through the door. She needed some details of the plan to relay to John Holden, or he wouldn't have a chance of stopping whatever it was Alex was planning to do. She could hear nothing, so went down to join the others.

It was just over an hour later, when Alex came down. His mood appeared to have changed. 'Right let's go through to the small pool room at the back of the building. No one is in there, and the table will make it easier for us all to look at the plan.'

They were all astonished to see the plans of a large cathedral spread on the pool table.

'In case you haven't guessed, it is Westminster Abbey.' Alex paused for effect. 'Once you are all absolutely clear which pillar you are to leave your rucksack behind, I'll gather together all the explosive material you've brought over and assemble each rucksack bomb. They will all have timing devices, set for three minutes after you place the rucksack on the ground. It's crucial all watches are synchronised to the second. It is imperative you all place your bombs at the same time, as three minutes doesn't give us long to get out, before the whole edifice comes tumbling down. You don't want to be underneath it. You set the timer by pressing hard on the top of the rucksack, I'll show you where when you collect them from me. When you take the rucksack off, place it tight against your designated pillar, press the top and leave promptly. You need to do this smoothly, no signs of rushing, we don't want some kind hearted sole running after you to return your rucksack and being blown to smithereens for their trouble; probably taking you with them.'

'That seems a bit of a risk Alex, bending down and leaving a rucksack is likely to draw attention to us.' Michael commented.

'Agreed, it is a risk, that's why we are placing the bombs at 12 noon precisely. The choir start up then, from our observations everyone in the cathedral turns towards them, some taking photos, although they are not supposed to, so don't you do that. Just get the hell out of there.'

'You said our observations Alex. None of us have been doing this, are there others involved?' Michael asked.

'Yes, I'll come to that briefly at the end.'

Lucy began to feel very uncomfortable, this might be a totally different operation from the one John was gearing up to handle.

'Now, are you all confident you know which pillar you are assigned to. Stating the obvious, the Abbey is large and coupled with the number of tourists, you won't be able to see each other. Synchronisation is crucial, the explosive timing is short, you have to get it right first time if you are to get out of there before it all comes down.'

'You haven't shown us which pillar you're covering Alex. Don't we need to know?'

'I'm not blowing a pillar, I have a much bigger target, to make sure we make a real mess of the place.'

'Are you going to tell us?'

'No, I'm not. A separate team is involved in this, and there is no need for you to know what it involves. Place your rucksacks and go, head back to Ireland in accordance with the instructions Michael will give you. However, don't leave the Abbey by any of the rear entrances, as that way you won't make it.'

'Fair enough, how are we getting there?'

'Michael perhaps you'd cover this, then I can start preparing the bombs. Be careful how you handle them once you've collected them from me.'

Once all the explosives had been delivered to Alex's room, Lucy made her excuses and left. He was glad to be left on his own to complete this delicate task. She had to make urgent contact with John.

'He won't tell us what he will be doing, but I bet it will be impressive, on the scale of Guy Fawkes wouldn't surprise me. For our part, once we place the rucksacks they will go off three minutes later, so we've got to stop everyone before they get into the Abbey.'

'I agree with that Lucy. With the details you've given me of the travel arrangements for your group, we should be able to collect them individually, from their respective tourist mini buses. If we miss anyone, will pick them up at the various entrances. You'll have to tell me more about how to set the timer, once you know, as there's a real risk of these being set, either by your group or accidently as we pick them up.'

'Will do John. What are you going to do about Jennings? He's travelling on his own, presumably to be active at the same time as the rest of us. Don't trust the bastard, wouldn't put it past him to booby trap our rucksacks, then have some completely different plan to blow up the Abbey.'

'Doesn't make sense Lucy. He must need you, otherwise the whole operation could have been done with this mysterious other group. Although it's not obvious to me why, can only think by having two groups it's more likely to succeed.'

'Perhaps that's it, but you have to stop him.'

'I'll have a tail on him from the hotel and if that fails, I'll have a unit at the back of the Abbey to cut off any chance of success there. I'll get on to organising that now, talk later.'

Sapporo Japan Temple, Sapporo, Japan.

The Mormon Endowment ceremony was concluding as the first bomb went off in the ante room. Women screamed as plaster and masonry flew towards the assembled group. Almost instantly there was a second blast, and the ornate ceiling collapsed. Panic ensued, everyone rushed to the exit as the third bomb ripped the exquisitely patterned floor apart. They stopped as one and peered through the all-enveloping dust, at the horror barely visible in the main temple.

The west wall had completely collapsed, burying the remnants of a large tourist group beneath it. The noise from the bombs reverberating around those parts of the building still standing. Security guards were attempting to organise safe routes out to the gardens beyond, but many were too distraught to pay attention, running aimlessly into areas which appeared safe but soon collapsed; adding more casualties and confusion to the devastating scene. The various tourist groups were from many different parts of the world, adding to the difficulty of co-ordinating action. Nationalities seeking others who spoke their language, trying to understand what was happening to them, and why. A party of schoolchildren in their immaculate uniforms, lay ragged, bloodied and torn as the few survivors screamed for help, crying out for their parents who were far, far away.

As emergency services began to arrive, two service vans left the scene carrying away the bombers, solemnly observing the destruction they had brought to this tranquil place. Solemn, as two of their group also remained beneath the rubble, too slow to make an escape before their bombs exploded.

Fire engines were first on the scene, and quickly extinguished the small fires which had flared instantaneously, cutting off some of the escape routes. Now they began the task of shifting through the piles of rubble, while others attempted to assess which parts of the remaining building were likely to collapse next.

The innocent victims, trapped at the fringes of the demolished building were soon extracted and placed carefully on stretchers, to judge whether life remained, or had been extinguished by the terrible experience they had all suffered. One minute serenely walking through the quiet temple, the next rocked by the noise and knocked to the ground, as the building exploded down on them. The look on the faces of the medical teams said it all, too many already dead, so many beyond help, a few given medical assistance before being transported to hospital.

Search dogs arrived to begin the painstaking task of finding those hidden in the piles of masonry. This would then be carefully moved, hoping to uncover some survivors. Heavy machinery was used where access and safety allowed, but mainly it was human hands which delved through the rubble, pushing it aside to gain access to anyone still hidden from view.

The media were soon on the scene, keen to discover the number killed and injured. Was anyone claiming responsibility? In the absence of that, espousing their own pet theories, as to what could lie behind such an evil act. The emergency services dealt courteously with their interruptions, constantly asking them to move back, and not obstruct their necessary work. All too often this fell on death ears, in the clamour to be the first with the breaking story.

There were frequent calls for silence, as the dogs excitedly announced the discovery of possible life. Many hands clawed at the rubble, lifting larger pieces to gain access and reveal yet more to be moved, to find if the dogs had really found someone alive. Those who had attended similar scenes over the years, knew this work would extend over days, rather than hours, and prepared themselves for the horrors they would probably discover, grateful for the few who might survive this terrible event.

White Horse Temple in Henan Province, China.

One hour later, the White Horse Temple resounded to the sound of exploding bombs and falling masonry, as the main arch collapsed on the Buddhist monks carrying out their daily tasks. Tourists were also caught up in the mayhem, adding to the chaos, as the bombers quietly made good their escape. Here the rescue operation was not hindered by incessant media activity, as the authorities imposed an immediate clampdown, until more was understood about the attack, who carried it out and why. Nevertheless, it was a daunting and frightening task which faced the would-be rescuers. The building, although subject to a series of repairs and restorations, was well over a thousand years old. Its foundations had been badly damaged by the explosions, making it very unstable. Just as the rescue of a group of tourists appeared successful, a further section of the building collapsed, burying them again, together with most of their rescuers.

Ananda Temple, Bagan, Myanmar.

One and a half hours later, monks at the Ananda Temple, suffered a similar fate. Even as the emergency forces were arriving, the local news channels were already assuming Rohingya Muslim terrorists were responsible, causing more confusion and delay with getting aid to those in need. As the rescue work continued, the protests increased, calling for the extermination of all Rohingya remaining in Myanmar. Several victims were pulled from their stretchers; in the mistaken belief they were the bombers. An angry crowd quickly became a dangerous crowd, into which tear gas was fired to disperse them, and allow the rescue work to progress.

Home of Omar El-Hashem, Riyadh, Saudi Arabia.

Omar El-Hashem was up early, sitting alone in his study, glued to the 24-hour news stream provided by the Al Jazeera Arabic service. Figures of the dead and seriously injured, while by no means final were being released. Three hundred and fifty in Japan, one hundred and seventy-five in China, two hundred in Myanmar, with more dying through the continuing rioting the military and police were trying to control. He showed no emotion at the devastation and destruction he had orchestrated. The news that two suspected bombers had been killed in the blast at Sapporo had no effect on him, their work was done, that's all that mattered.

He waited expectantly for the news report covering the attack on the Meenakshi Hindu Temple, located on the southern bank of the Vaigai River, in the temple city of Madurai, Tamil Nadu, India. Although no group had claimed responsibility, there was increasing speculation that some Muslim fundamentalist group would be found to have carried out these co-ordinated attacks, particularly after the one in Myanmar.

He didn't have to wait long; mobile phone footage of the explosions soon filled the television screen. He watched intensely, desperately trying to assess the level of damage, caring not at all for the loss and injury caused to human life. Everything going to plan so far, with a further four religious buildings still to be attacked, reduced to an inconsequential pile of dust and rubble with thousands trapped, maimed and killed in the process. He allowed himself a brief smile of satisfaction before calling for more tea.

He then gave instruction to start the fake news stories on social media, some blatantly absurd, others more credible, designed to demonstrate these acts were initiated by Shia Muslims. No specific responsibility would be claimed, just hints, subtle and otherwise, to add to the complexity of identifying those responsible.

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Alex Jennings woke early in preparation for the day's work which lay ahead. Lucy stirred, stiff and uncomfortable from her restless night in the chair, as Alex switched on the television. BBC 24 hours was showing similar footage to Al Jazeera, with the destruction now including a Greek Eastern Orthodox church located in Istanbul, Turkey and the Hillah Sunni Mosque in Iraq. This last one surprised him, although he knew a religious building in Iraq was on the list – a Sunni mosque? No time to consider this development further, he had his own arrangements and team to bring into action, as the final act in Omar's plan.

He left Lucy alone in the room allowing her to risk a call to John Holden. Yes, a team was already planted around Westminster Abbey and undercover agents at the hotel. She needed more reassurance. John gave her the names of the watchers, reluctantly. She recognised all except one, a new name to her, so John gave background information. Eventually, she was as satisfied as she could be that a competent team had been deployed, reducing the risk of Jennings disappearing, to carry out whatever part he had planned for the hours ahead. She was still reflecting on this when she heard Alex returning, settled down to pretend sleep.

'Wake up and get organised you lazy cow.' Was the only recognition she received.

Ten minutes later Lucy went down for breakfast. The whole team was already assembled, and on her arrival, Alex lead the way to the games room at the back of the building.

The rucksacks were already lined up on the pool table. 'Make sure you pick up the correct one, the level and type of explosives varies according to the location you've been allocated. I emphasise again, do not press the top of your rucksack in any way until you've put it in position. If you do, there is not going to be anything left of the tourist bus you're travelling in, and its occupants. Anyone, or thing nearby is also going to get a hell of a shock, and all our careful planning will have been ruined through your careless mistake.'

The group was silent, eating and drinking quietly, thoughtful of what lay ahead of them, particularly reflecting on Alex's warning. There was no sense of excitement, just anticipation.

Michael broke the silence. 'You all heard Alex, so be careful. In addition to the specific pillar you've been allocated, you must all use the specific entry points. Getting in through the normal entrances will not be possible. Two of you are to join a tourist queue, distraction technique but leave before the actual inspection of your rucksack. We don't want anyone to be caught. The first tourist bus will be here in half an hour, it's not going direct to the Abbey, this one calls at various famous landmarks on a circular tour. Conor and Sean, you're on that one, and as it's a longer route, it's likely to be busier than the others, people getting on and off, finding a seat and so on. You'll need to be vigilant throughout to ensure no mishaps. The rest of you are on tourist buses which are only going to Trafalgar Square and Westminster, as that's the end of their trip, so not such a problem for you. You won't be going for another hour, plenty of time to settle those nerves. Any questions?'

No one spoke, and breakfast was nearly done when Alex spoke again. 'Oh, I forgot to mention Michael, change of plan, Lucy is coming with me. I'm intending to make a bigger bang than all of you put together, so in case there is a problem with my explosives, I'll have Lucy's as a backup. I allocated Lucy a pillar near the rear of the Abbey, think my little show will cover that.' Then added as an afterthought. 'Also keeps my cover going as an old married man for a bit longer.'

'Reminds me,' said Michael. 'You all have your travelling arrangements for return to Ireland and you'll recall you are to disperse around England, Wales and Scotland for a while, before attempting to return. Whatever happens, I want you to stick to this, as returning over a period of time reduces the chances of any of us being picked up. Alex care to share your travelling arrangements with us?'

'No, but I won't be going back to Ireland. Good to have met you all, good luck.'

On returning to the bedroom, Lucy challenged Alex. 'Why have you changed things at this late stage, it's not a good idea, especially as you won't tell them what your part in today's plan is? It will just make them more nervous, unlikely to succeed. For all they know, you're making your escape now.'

'The reason I haven't told them is because I don't trust them. I don't know them, never worked with them before, and they've never done anything as big as this. In fact, I don't think they've done anything for a few years, getting a bit rusty I should think. But most of all I don't trust you, you're not Irish, you don't seem to have any history in this sort of thing, where did you come from, who recruited you?'

'I'm not going to justify myself to you. When I joined ISS, they checked me out and I passed their scrutiny. Then they allocated me to Michael's group, he treats me like the tea girl and you're even worse. You're lumbered with me and vice versa, believe me I got the worst end of that deal.'

'Okay we don't like each other and hopefully after today, we'll never meet again. If we are to succeed we need each other, so let's just concentrate on that. Deal?'

'Deal, but it would help to know what we are going to do, just in case I have to complete the job.'

Alex remained silent for a while, then sat on the bed. Lucy could almost hear the cogs in his brain whirring – should I tell her, should I? At last he spoke.

'Alright, as I said, I have something big for the rear of the Abbey. With luck, if my calculations are correct and allowing for some margin of error, the bombs placed against the pillars should result in some parts of the building collapsing, people hurt and a degree of panic. But they won't be sufficient to destroy the Abbey, a period of repairs, tighten security, and it will be up and running again in a few weeks. What I'll add to the mix is an exploding oil tanker, driven into the rear of the Abbey. That really will cause major death and destruction. Satisfied?'

'Sounds like all my bonfire nights rolled into one, let's do it.' Lucy sounded enthusiastic, while praying she would get the opportunity to contact John, tell him of this latest development. It filled in a big gap they had identified; surely the group travelling from Ireland could not be carrying enough explosives to bring down a major building. Their surmise had been correct, the main event was arriving separately, merely awaiting the explosive detonator, which she would help deliver.

Westminster Abbey, London.

'You're kidding me Lucy. All deliveries such as that have been checked, none are due today.'

'Well believe me there will be an oil tanker at the rear, presumably for the heating system or some such. That's all I know and got to go, he's coming back.'

John Holden briefed his team on this latest development. They speedily concocted a plan to stop and takeover the tanker. They had to assume it would need the explosives Lucy and Alex were carrying to set it off. If that was wrong, then a hell of a bang would happen anyway. They examined the plans of the building and surrounds again, to ensure the spot they'd selected was the remotest one available in the circumstances.

John's radio beeped. 'Those two that the followers lost because the tourist bus was full, think we've tracked them. They seem to be making for the West door, the tour visitor entrance. We'll pick them up before they get there, presume they must have arranged access in some way. Over'

'No fuss, and for Christ's sake don't let them or you touch the top of those rucksacks. Summon the bomb disposal boys as soon as you've secured the targets. Over'

'Roger that.'

John received confirmation that the others had been successfully followed from the hotel. They were heading off to other potential entrances, with their tails close behind. He gave the same instruction to pick them up. However, he was increasingly concerned about the two which had joined the normal visitor queue. They were not together in the queue and despite the crowds, had plenty of time to get into the abbey before 12 noon. But how did they intend to get through the security checks; they were bound to be stopped and then what, would they set the bombs and risk blowing themselves up?

He was still deep in thought when Lucy and Alex's followers radioed in. 'Don't like the look of this boss, he doesn't appear to be in any hurry. He's doubling back frequently, almost caught us out a couple of times, being very cautious. Lucy has spotted us, which is making it trickier in case she gives the game away.'

'Don't worry about her, old hand she knows what not to do in these situations. Just make sure you don't lose Jennings.'

He was worried, things were happening which didn't make sense, different from the brief details of the plan Lucy had been able to tell him. Why were those two in the visitor queue, what could they do from there, blow up a few innocents sure, but not much else? Why was Jennings taking his time getting here? He was the main act, at least that had been the thinking from what Lucy had said; that made sense, but there must be another game running. What the hell could it be?

The radio announced an oil tanker circulating Westminster Square. It had gone around three times and was now heading up Victoria Street. It must be the one. He alerted the stop team to watch for it to turn off into the Abbey grounds.

It would have to break through the cordon preventing access to the Abbey grounds, and he didn't have any doubt it would.

'Stop it as soon as its clear of the main road. If its wired to explode, it will still cause a lot of damage from there. Hopefully it isn't and needs Jennings to set it off. He's a way off yet, so we've time to secure the tanker. Over.'

'Roger that.' As the radio clicked off, John heard the magic words 'Go, it's a go.' Then it went silent.

He radioed Alex's followers. 'The tanker's arrived where is he now?' The link remained silent. 'Speak to me alpha three, I need to know where the fuck he is!' No reply.

'Sorry boss, you called at the wrong time, he temporarily gave us the slip. Disappeared down a side road, didn't spot him, sorry. Thank god for Lucy, she pretended to stumble, caused a bit of a commotion. Spotted her and picked up Alex again. Thing is neither Alex or Lucy are wearing their rucksacks now. Alpha five's investigating. Can't see any likely targets, where they might have planted them, nothing of significance around here, small shops, non-descript offices and the like. Doesn't fit with what you briefed us at all.'

'You're keeping them in sight though, don't lose them.'

'Sure, they're just strolling along, he must be planning something else. Perhaps we should lift Lucy, see if she knows what's going on?'

'No watch and wait to see if things become clearer, either here at the Abbey or with those two. How far are you from the Abbey?'

'By road half a mile max, but it's a long way for Jennings to throw a bomb. Hey, wait, I can see a petrol tanker coming out of a side road, a few down from where Jennings disappeared. I'll check the satellite. Yes, all these side roads link into a street behind this one. It's possible the tanker is booby trapped, what do you think?'

'Best we've got, assume its heading in the direction of the Abbey, how far away?' John asked

'Traffic's not too heavy, five minutes I'd guess.'

John was already running around the building to the side where the tanker had turned off Victoria Street. The bomb disposal boys were already at work, looking for explosives which might blow the whole thing sky high. John's team idly watching from a safe distance, keeping the public at bay, thinking their part in the day's events was over.

He was on the radio again. 'All operators confirm location of targets and whether secure or not. Look out for another tanker and this one probably is the real deal.'

He received confirmation all targets were secure, and their devices made safe by bomb disposal; except the two in the visitor queue. 'Pick those two up now, get hold of those rucksacks at all costs.'

His final words were drowned out by the explosion at the West Gate entrance. The first rucksack had been detonated. Left on the ground by Conor and set as he pretended to retrieve something from it, then move quickly away. Not quickly enough to escape Beta four. He was pinned to the ground, looking up he saw Sean running past him, and the sound of the second explosion. Then saw Sean tackled to the ground, now all he could see was the barrel of a sub machine gun, pointing at his head.

Part of the visitor queue had disappeared into thousands of body parts and blood. Those not in the immediate blast were hit by a shower of human debris. This added to their horror, unsure which way to run, slipping on the gory mass, so recently spattered at their feet.

The sound of the explosions was followed by an eerie silence, then the screams of anguish and terror, as people realised what had happened. Their brains gradually absorbing the sight their eyes revealed, screaming or numbed silence being the extremes of their reactions. Then blind panic and an urgent need to get away, to find sanctuary somewhere, anywhere.

John arrived in time to see the tanker smash through the hastily repaired barrier. It was fragile following the breakthrough less than twenty-five minutes ago. His team, alerted by the last message were already moving towards it, yelling at the crowd to move away, head for Westminster Square!

They would not be able to stop it, so opened fire, which prompted the reluctant crowd into more urgent action, thinking only of their own survival now. The tanker continued towards the Abbey at increasing speed. One of the team was near and attempted to jump onto the speeding vehicle, clinging to the large wing mirror, knocked aside as the driver brushed against the Abbey wall, then smashed into the Cloister doors, leading to the Nave. This reduced its speed significantly, slowing its progress into the Nave, as the trigger set off the explosives, packed inside the tanker. The vehicle was propelled in a ball of fire into the Nave. Stonework broke and collapsed, people were mown down, precious artefacts consumed by its lethal progress. It demolished the Quire and came to rest against the Great North Door, soon engulfed in flames, allowing more air into the spreading inferno.

John stood open mouthed, he'd failed. His orders were to stop the attack before there was any damage to people or the building. Failed on both counts. Jennings had defeated him. Lucy had failed too. The emergency services which had been on standby, began to arrive.

The scene which greeted them was much worse than the briefing had described. 'Special forces, my arse.' John heard, as an ambulance crew rushed past him. 'What a cock up.'

He stared briefly at the magnificent building, expecting to see it crumble to the ground in front of him. But it stood firm and proud, flames still consuming it's many wooden parts and licking at the stonework. 'What a cock up.' He muttered too, before grabbing the radio. 'Come in alpha three, still got eyes on Jennings, confirm.'

'Yes, still ambling along as if he's got all the time in the world.'

'Well he hasn't, pick him up as soon as you can, do it with no fuss.'

'Shit he's disappeared,' was the only response John got.

'Where are you?'

'Southbank Centre, he must have slipped into a café or gallery. We'll find him, Lucy will help like last time.'

'He's moved a long way from the Abbey, didn't you think it was odd he was going in the wrong direction?'

'Didn't really know what to think, he wasn't showing any sign of being in a hurry to get anywhere.'

'If you could see what's going on at the Abbey you'd know why. Find him, find him fast.'

John was mulling over what he knew again, see if there was more he could, should be doing. They'd captured all the Irish targets, but he was sure they wouldn't know much, leave the interrogators to confirm or deny that. No, he needed Jennings and Lucy to throw more light on this mess.

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Alex held Lucy firmly by the arm. 'You're not playing that trick again, pretending to stumble, creating a bit of a stir, so the dumb followers can catch up. Not this time, we're moving on without them.'

Despite feeling the pressure of the hand gun against her side, Lucy was still defiant. 'Still don't trust me, I've done all you asked, gave you the other rucksack – just to make sure you said; didn't try to stop you. But if you really don't trust me, why drag me along, leave me here to make my own escape. Be easier for both of us.'

'Maybe but for now I'd like you along. If I'm right about you, it'll give me a bargaining chip, if I'm wrong you'll help us both get away, starting with ensuring the followers don't find us again. Understood?'

The gun pushed firmly into her ribs reminded Lucy she had little option at present.

Max Murray's Office, MI6 HQ.

'Get here as soon as you can John. There's nothing more you can do there. I need a full debrief and I need it now.' Max cut the call, hesitating to watch the television screen.

Pisa Cathedral, Italy had joined the list of religious buildings attacked, followed by our own Westminster Abbey. The scale and devastation of these attacks, surprised even an old campaigner such as him. Still no organisation claiming responsibility, all the news channels seemed to have fixated on some extreme Muslim organisation. Social Media adding to the mix of possibilities, maybe extreme Muslims, Shia groups were getting a lot of mentions. Just confusing noise as far as Max was concerned. Nevertheless, whoever it was, why not claim responsibility, what were they waiting for? Perhaps there were more targets still to be bombed, more carnage to be sprung on innocent people.

That decided it, he would ring Chuck Davidson, perhaps the CIA had some knowledge of why this had happened. After all, if there were more targets, it would likely be on the American continent next.

'Max, wondered if you'd call, especially after the bastards made a mess of your Abbey.'

'Yes, thought I'd touch base in case you've anything that relates to this, might throw some light on potential culprits. Anything you've got that might help us. Assume you're not in denial, you could be next?'

'That has occurred to us, however, knowing where is the problem. They seem to be hitting all religions, including their own, if the Muslim extremist line has any legs. The number of potential targets its vast. With our time zones could well be two or three, if any action follows the pattern so far. We've tighten security at lots of locations but we're not kidding ourselves we can effectively stop a well-planned attack, just prepared to deal with it, should it occur.'

'That's realistic Chuck, but if you get any whiff of action, shut it down immediately. I was prepared to let it run for a bit over here, they bowled a googly and made a right old mess of our pitch. Don't let it happen to you. Now, do you buy the extreme Muslim argument the news channels are running with?'

'I'll be totally open with you Max, I've nothing to support or deny that. There are so many small and not so small groups nowadays, with all sorts of different grievances, it's hard to guess until some group claims it. Then it becomes easier to assess if they are the likely culprits, or not. However, this is very religion orientated, which cuts out some of the oddballs around, still leaves a lot of potentials other than Muslims though. Genuinely sorry I've nothing more.'

'Ah well, thought I'd try. Good to talk as always, Chuck.'

'Before you go Max, bit of an update on our IRA friends. There's definitive evidence of money flowing in from somewhere, we're trying to track it, will let you know as soon as we do. Some tentative plans beginning to surface on using the increased funding, and it's not looking like peaceful protests. Haven't picked up anything specific for your side of the water, let you know if we do'

Max's next call was to Tracey Simpson at GCHQ.

'Tracey, Lucy Robertson's gone missing in action. I want all her known communication channels and devices monitored until she returns to base. The slightest thing, let me know straight away.'

John Holden had arrived. He was hot and uncomfortable, not expecting an easy ride. 'Sorry sir', he began. 'The information Lucy gave me lulled me into a false sense of security, took my eye off other possibilities, which Jennings played to perfection.'

'Quite so John, quite so.' Max was in thoughtful mood, his speech soft and slow. 'Did we learn anything new from being in the thick of it?'

'Wish I could say yes sir, but nothing yet. We have the Irish participants, and interrogation should have started by now. I'm not optimistic that will give us much, but you never know. Presume they are reporting direct to you.'

'In this situation, yes. My next call will be to the Prime Minister, if she doesn't ring me first. I need to know everything you consider relevant to help judge the national security level we should adopt in the light of this. In case you haven't kept up with the news, we've now had eight attacks against several different religious buildings, in eight different countries and maybe more to come as the world continues to turn on its axis.'

The adrenalin rush had long past. John was desperate to prove useful in any way he could, but reluctant to commit himself with what could only be theories. Max continued to wait, patiently.

'I don't have much confidence in what I'm about to say sir, bearing in mind what has happened today, but I don't see further action in the UK being imminent. Apart from Jennings, this attack was not carried out by fervent, fanatical terrorists. More a group of discontents, looking for a bit of action after a heavy night in the pub. It wouldn't have come to anything without Jennings. It's worrying he's still on the loose and has Lucy with him, but that all points to someone eager to get away, not move on to his next target.'

'Good, that's my assessment too; great minds think alike or maybe fools seldom differ. May not be too long before we find out which is right.?'

'Any news on Lucy sir?'

'Nothing, but all eyes and ears have been briefed. Hang around till I've spoken to the PM will you John?'

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The direct line telephone rang, Max picked it up expecting the Prime Minister. It was not. 'Abdullah, it's a while since we spoke, what can I do for you?'

Abdullah Cham, Head of The Saudi Directorate of Intelligence was agitated. 'Max, I've spoken to my opposite number in India and he's baffled by these bombings. Inter-racial tension is ever present in India and sometimes erupts into violence, but he doesn't understand why it was synchronised with attacks in other countries, and against a variety of religions. Not spoken to any of the other countries, as they are not as willing to share information, hence my call to you.'

'Tell me what you know or deduce from what's happened Abdullah, and I'll give you my take on it. The PM's going to want a full debrief, so I'm all ears.'

'I'm under pressure from the King too, he's very concerned we are going to get some, if not all of the blame for this. The situation in Yemen means we are seen as the bad boys, and now this. My sources tell me Alex Jennings, the renegade ISIS bomb maker, was instrumental in the attack on Westminster Abbey, and it's likely he was the one who trained the other bomb makers. He's a slippery character. We've learned he has spent time in our country recently, then travelled to Ireland. Once this becomes general knowledge, we are likely to be accused of harbouring him, and allowing him free reign to carry out his evil work. So, you'll understand why my King is not a happy man. We have spent years, trying to demonstrate to our allies there is no Saudi sponsorship of Al Qaeda. Many of the old guard have been purged, corruption exposed, and a more modern society accepted, including the role of women. This could unravel all that hard work. By the way, have you caught Jennings?'

'No, as you say, slippery as ever. He's disappeared with one of my agents for company, so won't be long before we catch up with him. Although we both know him through his work with ISIS, you don't think they are behind this Abdullah?'

'No, I don't Max, it's not their usual pattern at all. There are no captives, no land occupied, no valuable assets acquired, just death and destruction. Sure, that's part of what they do, but it's not the prime motivation. Something else is going on here. I have a theory Iran is behind this....'

'Oh come on Abdullah, that's a bit far-fetched.' Max interrupted. 'If they are, it would be an act of war against several nation states. Appreciate you two don't like each other, but that's a step too far, surely.'

'Maybe but hear me out. Inter Muslim war between the two ideologies has been around since time began. Sunni verses Shia and a variety of offshoots, with little acceptance of any common ground, particularly with the hard liners. Ever since the Joint Comprehensive Plan of Action was rescinded and sanctions re-imposed, Iran has become more and more isolated, virtually its only ally now is Russia, and we all know who is top dog in that arrangement, so things could rapidly change. Iran's government has become more hard-line and there is little doubt the nuclear programme keeps progressing; full blown nuclear weapons are not far away. In this situation, why not push for Shia Muslims to become dominant. Iran becomes the centre of a new and expanding caliphate. And the first step towards that goal, ensure Saudi Arabia and Sunni Muslims get the blame for these atrocities.'

'Not convinced by your argument Abdullah. Let's wait to see if there are any more bombings in the Americas, then maybe some group will claim responsibility. Once we catch up with Jennings, that may throw more light on this. We'll talk again.'

Max had not shared the information Terry Driscoll had disclosed to him; the mystery Kuwaiti refugees having a connection to an Omar. Not yet proven this was Omar El-Hashem, but if it was, some organisation in Saudi was likely to be the guilty party, not Iran. The reason he'd not disclosed this to Abdullah? He didn't want to antagonise him, keep all communication channels as wide open as possible, necessary to collect as much information as is available, maybe then, understand what this is all about.

He turned his mind to what Abdullah had said. Maybe it had legs, it is a mystery as to why the attacks are so wide spread, what is the common thread? No terrorist groups come to mind which would have such a wide brief for the attacks. Today is the start of Ramadan, big event in the Muslim world, significant? Could be, if no group does claim responsibility perhaps this is state sponsored? In which case is it Iran, Saudi Arabia, or some other country? Need to capture Jennings, although getting anything out of him won't be easy. Keep an open mind, no jumping to conclusions. That is probably what Abdullah has done, just wants to keep the King happy; don't fall into the same trap.

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'Good afternoon Sarah, sorry we failed to stop this in time, our information was not as complete as we thought it was.'

'Very unfortunate Max.' He detected the Prime Minister was not pleased. 'It's poor consolation but we are not alone. I understand no country was successful in preventing these attacks. Terrorists one; civilised countries nil. I intend to go on television to address the nation before the six o' clock news, so what have you got.'

'I'd like you to reflect on that Sarah. Current situation is that we have a limited amount to say, other than reassuring the public that it appears to be a one off. We've had several attacks like this over the last few years, with the main reassurance given by the appropriate police chief. I'd suggest we stick to that. I recognise the effect of this attack was more extensive than those we've suffered in the past, more people dead and far more destruction, but still likely it's a one off, not the first of a major campaign in the UK. Of course, the fact similar attacks have taken place in other countries around the world is significant but doesn't imply any more are planned for the UK in the immediate future, in fact, makes this even less likely.'

'Not sure I'll take your guidance on that one. What's your view on the national security level Max; do we need to increase it?'

'No Sarah, I think an increase would be counter-productive to the reassurances the police are to give. I'll be preparing a briefing paper for Cobra, which I'll share with you later today. Frankly we don't know who was behind this, and am struggling to understand its international significance, if any. We're interviewing the bombers detained at the scene, although they belong to the self-styled ISS, none of them are devout Muslims. They all have a history with the IRA in minor roles. Appears they got bored once the IRA activity stopped, a bit of money and the promise of action prompted them to join this outfit. I think we can be certain they didn't know they were part of a series of attacks, probably not aware of plans for more attacks, particularly as the main protagonist is on the run. Which is another reason why I don't think we are in for a series of similar attacks.'

'I'll await your briefing paper, before making a decision on my role in giving reassurance to the public, Max, but be prepared for a Cobra meeting later today. If the view is to increase the security level, that will be a relevant factor.'

'Yes, Prime Minister.'

'You heard all that John?' Max called through to the ante room.

'Loud and clear, sir.'

'I assume you've a team organised to spring into action as soon as we have a fix on Jennings.'

'All arranged, helicopters on standby.'

# Chapter 7

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# The Immediate Aftermath

Roadside Café – South West England.

Lucy climbed from the driver's seat of their stolen car and stretched. She was genuinely tired, and reasoned Alex must be also. He'd held the handgun inches from her side the whole way. Even when on the phone to some unknown person. He was clearly still agitated, gaining little comfort from the knowledge all missions had been successful. No, he didn't know what had happened to his team and didn't care, his opinion of them hadn't changed – amateurs, bloody amateurs. Whoever was on the other end of the phone didn't seem to care either. They didn't know much; authorities wouldn't gain anything of real interest from them. Alex wasn't bothered either way, he was making his own escape, he'd be long gone before any interrogation would have the chance to disrupt his plans.

She'd heard the rising tone at the other end of the call. He/she obviously was wanting to terminate it, probably scared of it being tracked. When Alex announced he had Lucy with him, this was not received well. He confirmed he'd make his way to the agreed pick up point but gave no indication of where that was. Perhaps the person on the call was the one to help him get out of the country, having her along would make that less easy, or a body to be disposed of.

Lucy headed towards the café but stopped as Alex spoke. 'Where do you think you're going?'

'I need the loo, or you're going to spend the rest of this journey with a very smelly companion.'

'Okay, but head for the gents and I'm right behind you.'

Lucy got a strange look from two men coming out of the toilet. 'You all right luv, the ladies' is round the corner.'

'She's only just found out she's pregnant and is afraid to go on her own. Nervous times.' Alex replied and hurried Lucy towards an empty cubicle.

As soon as she was alone, Lucy activated the tracker concealed in her bra. She intended to stay in the loo for as long as possible, to give any listeners a chance of picking up the signal and its location.

'Hurry up, you've had long enough in there. Time to go.' Lucy did as she was told, didn't want him becoming more suspicious than he already was.

They picked up a couple of sandwiches and coffees, then returned to the car. Alex allowed her little time to eat and drink, before prodding her to move on. The signs at the roundabout showed they were heading towards the A30 – Exeter. Lucy thought maybe the airport, although not convinced, it was a possibility. Alex's phone call hadn't given any indication of how he was to get out of the country. Ah well, no point in guessing, she'd know soon enough. Her priority had to be to ensure he was captured. How? She'd no idea.

Soon they passed the airport and were heading for the M5. Then where? Plymouth; that was the most likely, cross channel ferry and disappear on the continent. Lucy convinced herself that was the probable destination. She wondered if she should try to get away from him, contact Tracey, leave it to others to catch up with him, or stay until he was caught. The latter prospect didn't thrill her at all but acknowledged that's what she'd have to do.

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In the helicopter, speeding from London, John Holden had come to the same conclusion. The tracker indicated Plymouth was the most likely place Jennings was headed for. He alerted the Special Boat Service in case he didn't get there in time.

Lucy was on her best behaviour as they approached the ferry terminal, she hoped Alex would accept she was willing to go with him, not looking to make a break for freedom. He booked two tickets for the overnight ferry to Roscoff, and a cabin. Surely, he wouldn't try it on again?

Alex heard the helicopter before her, seemingly paying little attention but guided her to a spot overlooking the landing area. The special forces team disembarked quickly and quietly, observed by the watchful Alex. He pushed Lucy roughly against the railings.

'Keep your mouth shut or it will be the last sound you make.' He said menacingly.

'You forget, I was part of the bomb team, if that lot are after you, they'll be looking for me too. Should we split up?'

'And lose my bargaining chip, no we should not.' He pushed her towards the steps leading to the car park. Handgun firmly pressed into her back.

John Holden checked the tracker. They, or at least Lucy, is here. It was moving, but only slowly, walking pace. The car was definitely parked up. He split the team up, he led three towards the main terminal to carry out a thorough search; the other three to work their way through the car park.

They'd returned to the car; Alex saw them coming. It would take some time before they reached their location, no rush. Suddenly he saw two of the others coming towards the car park, from the terminal. Why were they coming to the car park, surely be quicker to search the terminal thoroughly with four men? The penny dropped, how did they know he'd made for Plymouth, how did they know it's less likely we are in the terminal; Lucy must be bugged. Can't be her phone, I took that from her, some other tracking device. Doesn't matter, got to get away from her.

He saw a car pull up not far away, people getting out. 'Get out of the car, they're getting closer, we need to move.'

Lucy hesitated but a prod from the gun had her opening the door. 'Where now?' She whispered.

'Head for the terminal, there are more people around, brightly lit and easier for us to avoid them.'

Lucy did as she was told, Alex did not follow but slipped further back into the car park, running, crouching low to avoid being seen.

Realising he wasn't with her, Lucy risked calling out. 'Lucy Robertson, I'm coming towards you, Jennings is running to the rear of the car park.'

John replied, 'keep coming Lucy, we'll spread out and sweep the park. Is he armed?'

'Handgun only, at least that's all I've seen.'

With the benefit of the tracker gone, John was not optimistic they'd catch Jennings. It was pitch dark now, and the ferry port provided lots of cover. Not only the car park, the lorry park, several storage units, and a ferry departing in half an hour's time. He thought about asking for the port to be closed down but dismissed the idea, realising how stupid he would look if Jennings was already on his way back into Plymouth.

He wasn't, he was safely concealed in the back of a lorry as it climbed slowly up the boarding ramp.

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'Looks like he's got away again.' John Holden was angry with himself for the second time that day. 'You sure he gave no hint of where he's headed Lucy?'

'No, the only time he spoke was on that phone call he made from the car. I think it was to whoever organised all these bombings, or maybe just someone he's to meet up with for the next part of whatever has been planned, but no names or places were mentioned, not one. Sorry to be so vague.'

'Don't worry, you're not alone there, believe me. I've asked Tracey to review all calls from the South West area for anything suspicious. You say he mentioned the team and they were amateurs and referred to the agreed pick up point. I've given those to Tracey as key words to look for. Anything else you think might help.'

'He was being very cautious, nothing else comes to mind and I can't be 100% accurate as to where we were at the time, so she may need to cover a wider area. The time was definitely around 7pm, so should help.'

'With all the monitoring power at GCHQ, I bloody well hope so.' John replied.

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Four hours later, Tracey Simpson rang Max Murray. 'Think we've identified the call, the recipient was in Saudi Arabia, haven't pinned down where or who yet, but we're working on it.'

'You're sure it was Saudi Arabia, Tracey?'

'Well there was a lot of traffic to shift through, timing, key words provided and location in the UK makes the one we're working on the most likely. Help if you could get hold of the phone used to make the call.'

Wouldn't it just, and the bastard who made it, thought Max. But replied, 'working on it Tracey.'

Meeting of UN Security Council, New York.

The five permanent representatives, being the USA, China, Russia, UK and France were seated directly in front of the South African UN General Secretary, Damar Perlo.

Representatives of the ten elected countries sat in the rows behind, shuffling papers and trying to look important but in full knowledge that if one of the permanent members voted against any of the items on the agenda, it would not go forward to the full Council planned for later in the month.

Damar stood, a commanding figure well over six feet tall with a girth to match. 'Ladies and gentlemen, I call this meeting to order. The first item on the agenda is a proposal from France, emanating from the last meeting of the European Council. Perhaps our colleague representing France would provide us with the background to what is proposed'

'Certainly, Mr. Secretary. Every country represented here will be concerned about the increasing numbers of refugees seeking a safe and often a better life, than available in their home country. This is impacting every continent, whether as recipients of those seeking refuge, or suffering as the people desert their homelands, causing disruption, confusion and economic uncertainty to those who remain. If I exclude the refugees for a moment, perhaps the countries suffering most from these migrations, are those bordering the countries which the refugees are leaving. They face an intolerable burden in hastily constructed camps, can offer no more than very basic facilities and, a life in some cases, worse than the one migrants have left behind.

Naturally enough, many of the refugees want to move on to countries which they believe can offer them a permanent home, an opportunity to have a safe and secure life. Europe has been one of the main targets to fulfil this ambition, and frankly we have not found a way to address this influx, let alone share the burden fairly around the member countries. This has led to unrest among our people and further division, not unity. A seemingly insolvable problem.

The German chancellor, Mila Erhard, proposed and our Prime Minister, Nicolas Mortier, supported a motion that every country in Europe takes its fair share of the refugees currently in Europe, to alleviate the pressure on those most adversely affected. This is coupled with speeding up hearing asylum claims and sending back those who fail, no appeal. This is proposed as a short-term fix, which is for Europe to progress.

The longer-term solution, which is why this is being discussed by us today, is designed to recognise the continuing nature of this issue. Despite the best efforts of the UN to agree action in acknowledged war zones and, offer aid to the innocent people affected by this, if we are honest we are operating at the fringes. Lack of agreement at this security council, and indeed the UN as a whole, results in any action that is agreed being frequently too little, too late.

Therefore, we are suggesting that either part of the existing UN funding, or an additional levy be raised, to fund more permanent refugee camps, with full facilities including employment, so that these unfortunate people can have a life, in as close proximity as possible to their original homes. If the cause of them seeking refuge is resolved, they can then return as part of a funded reconstruction. This would be preferable to their having to be settled in a distant land, with different cultures, language, education and many other aspects, which makes their integration and acceptance, difficult.'

'Thank you for being brief and succinct.' Damar was on his feet again. 'If you all agree this is worthy of further consideration, there is much detail to be considered, not least the cost.'

The Chinese delegate rose to speak. 'China would not support any additional levy to get this off the ground and, would seriously question use of existing funding. The majority of our people are not wealthy, they have aspirations, the government is engaged in providing opportunities for these to be realised, but it's an extended timescale. The revenue we raise in our country must be used to support our own people, that's the priority. We are sympathetic towards this problem but are reluctant to increase funding for the reason I have given. I would also draw the Council's attention to the way China already helps other developing economies. We build roads, schools, hospitals and other facilities to give us access to raw materials and other products we need, to continue developing our own economy. This is a far better way of helping poor countries in Africa and South America to stand on their own two feet. We do not condone, nor work with those whose corruption and greed, prevent our work benefiting the population as a whole. This approach reduces the risk of civil unrest, and hopefully, a war developing.'

'Colonialisation by another name, and its time you recognised it.' The US representative was on her feet. 'We all know why China acts in this way, there's no fairy godmother involved, it's to satisfy their own economic greed.'

The Chinese delegation rose to leave. Damar stood to calm things down. 'Madame I would remind you we are here to try to provide a solution to an acknowledged and difficult world problem; not identify another one.'

'My apologies Mr. Secretary, to you, and our Chinese friends.' She paused then continued. 'More rationally, the US is unlikely to support this proposal. We have found some refugee camps to be a breeding ground for terrorist recruitment, even formation of new and dangerous groups. We would need to see proposals to stop this, otherwise there is a serious risk of spending an awful lot of money to make things worse. We've been down that road too many times before.'

The meeting lapsed into a short period of silence, then the Russian representative rose to add their view.

'We are not convinced this is the way forward. The systems of government are too varied across the world, for an initiative such as this, to be effective. We must address the governance issue first, convince those countries that still believe democracy works, they are wrong. The success of governments such as ours, and China, in providing progress and safety to our people, demonstrates these are models to be emulated. We do not have civil disobedience such as seen in Europe and the US over recent years, our model of government ensures this does not happen. This is where we need to start, changing the way countries are governed, not throwing money at the consequences of systems proved not to work.'

'What rot!' The US representative was on her feet again. 'Really, I thought we'd moved on from trying to convert the whole world to a communism. Welcome to Venezuela, the new model for world peace!' She sat down fuming but wary of saying more.'

Damar rose, 'how about the UK, anything to add before I ask the elected members for comment?'

'It would appear we are poles apart on this issue and suggest its pushed into the long grass until something workable is brought forward. We should continue discussion to find a way forward, which may be totally different from that we have before us today, as I believe the one thing we do all agree on, this issue is going to be with us for a very long time. We are happy to participate in such discussions and would request our fellow members do likewise.'

Damar looked at the five countries' tables. Heads we're nodding but no one spoke. 'I don't think there is any point in discussing this further today. Would the five permanent members propose representatives to continue working on this; thank you.'

The next item on the agenda is, whether or not to recommend readopting The Joint Comprehensive Plan of Action with Iran, in view of their progress on the nuclear issue. We know sanctions are continuing to have an effect, also that Iran is feeling more isolated from this, and other world organisations and our initiatives.'

The US representative was first to rise. Her comments were totally in line with expectation and after a further hour of discussion, the proposal failed.

Meeting of Irish Cabinet, Dublin.

'I've asked Terry Driscoll to join us, to help me set the scene for what I suspect is going to be a long and difficult meeting, for which I apologise in advance.' Taoiseach, Seamus O'Gara added a few other remarks before inviting Terry to give his perspective on the security situation.

'You've all seen what's been appearing in the press and news programmes. I can assure you there has been some fake news in these reports, but the basic premise is correct. Refugees, apparently trying to make their way to England have been detained, and probably more are on their way. It's an arduous journey for them, an extensive sea crossing, in seas which are unpredictable and turbulent. Historically, we've seen this as a major deterrent, but with routes across Europe being closed, perhaps Ireland will be subjected to more refugee traffic than we have seen so far. You all know our border with the North is easy to cross, in accordance with the terms agreed under Brexit. Consequently, our ability to police them is limited. Nevertheless, we should do so, as we are obliged to register the refugees here and process them, not allow them to pass through to a non-EU country.

Although we all know terrorist activity has never totally gone away, it has been at a very low level for years. Simmering away perhaps, and in that context, I can confirm all the participants in the attack on Westminster Abbey were Irish, except the principle bomb maker. Members of the weirdly named Irish Sunni Support – ISS, which appears to be a group of bored IRA activists looking for some action. As far as we can ascertain, none of them are Muslim, although we know there are other cells we've yet to track down, so can't be sure. No idea why the name, doubt it has any significance, particularly as the main suspect for the bomb attacks being touted by various organisations is Iran, and they are primarily Shia. However, what it does demonstrate is there are still several IRA members around, eager to join any group willing to give them the opportunity to disrupt and destroy.'

'Thanks Terry. This has caused me to reflect on our policy of co-operation with the UK on border control. You all know it has been difficult to implement, with quite a backlash from the electorate but, I believe the consensus remains it is the right policy. This is the only way to facilitate movement of people and goods between ourselves and the North. The best available policy at present, to ensure our economy does not suffer.'

'Where are you going with this Seamus?' Thomas Maguire, the Lord Chancellor asked.

'You sense my reluctance to come clean Thomas. There is a bit more scene setting necessary, before I do that. I have spoken to the leaders of Sein Fein, in the light of Terry's discovery of potential IRA action. As you would expect, they deny any involvement or influence with what remains of the IRA, but they are aware of rising dissatisfaction with the policies we have been pursuing. They view any increase in refugee numbers, as bound to add fuel to the smouldering embers. Particularly, if it means an increase in UK army activity in Ireland, as is rumoured, these embers might become a blazing inferno.'

'So?' Thomas Maguire was becoming impatient.

Seamus paused, looked steadily around at his colleagues. 'So, I'm proposing to you that I call a general election, standing on the major policy of a united Ireland.'

'Are you mad Seamus?' Thomas again. 'Believe me, even if you win the popular vote on that platform, it will take years to negotiate. It will make Brexit look like a piece of cake by comparison.'

'I've reflected on that at length Thomas, while that is a possibility I'm not sure what you say is inevitable. The political situation in Northern Ireland is a mess. The Northern Ireland Assembly hasn't met at Stormont for some years, even some of the most vocal protestant politicians have said this is untenable. It means the public are disenfranchised, direct rule is no way for an independent country to be governed. Many realise there will never be a significant protestant majority, political support for Sein Fein is too strong and continues to grow. The time may be right for both North and South to call for a united Ireland. Sure, it won't be unanimously accepted, but what political initiative ever is. A general election is not due for two years, but the way things are going, I'm not convinced we'll have an overall majority again. I definitely don't fancy trying to work with Sein Fein in those circumstances.'

There followed an intense debate. While this subject was never far from the mind of any Irish politician, adopting it as a policy to seek re-election on, was something few realistically contemplated. They agreed to break and consider it again at the next meeting in two days' time. This would allow members to consult with senior civil servants in their departments. The Lord Chancellor recognised these would be a tough two days, as he needed to be fully briefed on the constitutional issues to give the best possible advice to his colleagues.

The next two days were a flurry of activity as Thomas Maguire predicted. Briefing papers had been hurriedly prepared for the next meeting. After hours of review and discussion, there was general agreement this was a sensible platform on which to call a general election. Once this position had been reached, the final aspect was to understand the constitutional issues involved in some detail before a final decision could be made. It was left to Thomas Maguire to summarise the position.

'I have a clearer idea of the constitutional issues we have to address, which I summarised in the papers distributed for this meeting. Crucially, we must discuss this proposal with the Northern Ireland Alliance party, as they are emerging as the most vocal against any working arrangement with Sein Fein. We need to convince them this is a logical step to avoid further disruption, bloodshed and agony within this Island, for the good of us all. We will have to offer them, and all the other Northern Ireland parties, the opportunity to have candidates in all our constituencies, as we will in theirs. Unwinding the Good Friday agreement to the satisfaction of all parties is the first step. The paper prepared for today deals with this, and I suggest we go through it in detail. If, as a result, we mutually decide there is real possibility of revising the agreement to align with a united Ireland, then we can progress to all constitutional matters my department have documented. The Good Friday agreement does make provision for a referendum on this very topic, so suggest this is our starting point. Nevertheless, we should be fully aware and discuss all constitutional issues, this may take us a while.'

'Sounds as if you are becoming a little warmer to this possibility, Thomas?'

'It has an appeal Seamus, challenges my legal mind and my long-held belief, we'd never see a united Ireland again. But I remind you, gaining a mandate for this may get you elected, whether you can deliver it is a different question.'

After extended debate, agreement was reached on how to proceed and organise an election as soon as possible.

As the meeting broke up, Terry Driscoll took Seamus O'Gara to one side. 'I didn't mention this, as I didn't want to steal your thunder. I assume you spoke to Sein Fein in absolute confidence?'

'Of course, it's essential none of this discussion is leaked until I can announce it as policy and the reason for calling a general election. Why do you ask?'

'Because the word on the street I walk down is Sein Fein have already briefed the IRA, and if you don't make an announcement in the very near future, all hell will break loose on these shores and Westminster Abbey won't be the only building damaged on the mainland.'

'Christ Terry, what have I set in motion. I pray to God I can get the Alliance Party to recognise this proposal as a logical way forward. In the past they've been such obstinate bastards to deal with, so it won't be an easy ride. Anything you can find out to help with this, would be appreciated.'

'Do my best as always Seamus.'

Chuck Davidson's office, Washington.

'Max, I've had Terry Driscoll on the phone. Your suspicions were right on the money.'

'Which ones Chuck? I currently seem to have quite a lot of suspicions but few facts.'

'Looks like O'Gara is going to call a snap election, on a platform of a united Ireland. Certainly, this fits with the increased activity we continue to see in the IRA groups. Making progress on the funding sources too. Looks like Sein Fein are in on this up to their armpits, as well as a few US big names that helped them out in the past. Appears the Irish government has its hand in its pocket as well, leaking money in areas which aren't official policy as far as I know. You know the loyalty of their finance minister has been questioned before. She's one fiery lady, doesn't take any prisoners, and her involvement with the IRA as a student at Harvard has never gone away.'

'Yes, we already keep tabs on her, but nothing significant has come to light since the Good Friday agreement was signed. Be very interested to see what else you can find in that respect. Any sign this has moved beyond fundraising? Any of the big arms company's looking on this favourably? How about Consolidated Industries for instance?'

'No, that's very unlikely, they have much bigger fish to fry, no known Irish sympathisers anywhere in their management team. We've put them all under the microscope as part of the close watch the Pentagon have insisted on. In my view, at least at this stage, I don't think any American company will get directly involved in shipping arms to a resurgent IRA. We're looking, but currently not giving it too much priority Max.'

'Well we're grateful for any help you can give Chuck, it's currently proving to be a lonely world out there. Let's talk about Consolidated for a bit and what's going on in Detroit. But, before you tell me what you've found, Alex Jennings, who we think is bomb maker in chief for the recent destruction we've seen in several countries, has eluded us so far. As the Americas seemed to have escaped from his activities, perhaps he'd like to get involved with some of your undesirables, as he's probably looking for a new home, even if only temporarily. Anyway, please tell, what have you discovered?'

'Let me start with the juicy bit. Conrad Schulz, boss of Consolidated is screwing his PA but apart from that lapse in his morals, and some dubious actions among earlier generations of his German ancestry, he is a dedicated and competent leader of that organisation. The Pentagon have checked him out too, been involved in the armaments industry for years and is well thought of. Their security guy, Robert Faulkner is ex-CIA, no skeletons in his cupboard, and he's done a competent job in checking all management. We've confirmed his analysis, no issues to concern us.

Cyber Security Services throws up some interesting conflicts. As you know, the management are all Jewish, and seems some are not exactly happy with their involvement in this Saudi Contract. Anti-Arab prejudices coming to light. However, they've all been at the company a long time, professional managers, so don't think this is going to have any impact on the contract when awarded.

Their CEO, Suma Kleid is an interesting character, some of which you know. Decided to leave Mossad on the death of his first wife, start again in an area he was acknowledged to be something of an expert, computers. He's built Cyber into a major operator, with the help of his carefully selected Jewish managers. Bit of a control freak, although nothing we've found indicates he wants to be anything other than a successful business man. Been considered for Time magazine, Person of the Year a couple of times, and that may happen yet.'

'Anything come to light on Antifa or EGC activity, I should be aware of? It may be a long shot but at least as far as Europe is concerned, we've got EGC causing spasmodic problems and their action is certainly stirring things up at EU level. Maybe the catalyst to bring the whole edifice crashing down. Then we've got this one-off bombing in London as part of a global attack, with no identified reason. Are these two activities linked in some way, is there something we're all missing? Co-ordinated action against Consolidated and Cyber remains a real possibility to me'

'All quiet for now, some talk that once production is in full swing on the Saudi contract, assuming that's a given, disruption will be stirred up by EGC. The likely trigger being, when or if, the Saudi's use any of this new technology in anger. In this respect, the bombing of the religious buildings around the world is a worry. Our intel suggests Saudi Arabia is very keen to ensure responsibility is laid firmly at Iran's door. Any view on that Max?'

'I've heard the same, but not sure it holds water. Something we're still working on in our efforts to locate Jennings. We both seem to be working on the assumption the contract will be awarded?'

'Don Newman is confident, he rang into the Saudi Defence Council meeting and is sure they will recommend its award to the government, headed by the King. Prince Mahbeer holds the defence portfolio, so if he says go, unlikely any of the other Saudi royals will vote him down. As for Jennings we'll certainly keep our eyes open for that one. He's visited us before under one of his fake ID's. We discovered it far too late to identify why he was here. Nothing happened around that time, so it remains a mystery.'

'He's a devious bugger, might have been laying the foundations for something he returns to and builds on later. How long ago was this?'

'A couple of years. I'll double check and see if we've found out more.'

Meeting of the European Council.

Nicolas Mortier, Prime Minister of France addressed the meeting.

'Unfortunately, we were unsuccessful in persuading the UN Security Council to adopt our proposal for a potential long-term solution to the refugee problem. Without going into any detail of the debate, it can be summed up as, we are on our own for the foreseeable future. We must find an acceptable solution which all of us will adopt. We are progressing the fairer sharing of refugees among all twenty-seven countries, and putting in place an accelerated asylum hearing process, as agreed at our last meeting. As to the longer term, you are aware of the proposal Germany and France have put on the table, we await your view on this and indeed any alternatives.'

Nikola Samolis was on his feet in a flash. 'I make no apology for being the first to speak on this topic, enough is enough. I anticipated this outcome and I suspected your continued procrastination to avoid providing any real help to Greece and its people.' He waved a large white envelope in the air. 'In here is the letter triggering Article 50 for the withdrawal of my country from the European Union. I have no intention of being boxed into a corner as you tried to do with the United Kingdom, it also sets out the terms of our future relationship with you all. It includes a return to the drachma, and no repayment of the loans from the European Bank or the International Monetary Fund, that's for you to sort out. You've bled my country dry and now you can sort out the finance issues. One last thing, tomorrow we are opening the gates on all our refugee camps, all those held within them will be given a valid EU passport and advised to travel North. That too is your problem.'

With that he marched to the President's table and threw down the envelope.

'It's not as simple as that Nikola and well you know it.' Simone Durand contained her anger as she struggled to rip the envelope in half; managing only to crumble the document. 'You do not dictate the terms of your withdrawal, there is a process, you cannot leave immediately, it's a two-year timescale to identify our future relationship.'

'That is technically correct Simone, however I'm taking some immediate action to demonstrate items which are not negotiable. Accept them or do your worst. We are broke and beaten, because of your failure to address our problems. Some of you see the EU progressing towards a single state, further integration, with common laws on important items such as tax raising and justice. Well, this is a test for you, to see if you can make that first step towards treating all your citizens equally, reconciling the different views, which seemingly vary with the wind, to solve our common problems.'

It was into this potential chaos that Mateo Villar spoke. 'It seems it falls to me to add fuel to this fire. The referendum for independence of Catalonia takes place next week. All the polls are suggesting it will be a massive yes vote, and the next step may be for independent Catalonia to apply for membership of the EU. It appears we will be dealing with this application for new membership at the same time as Greece departs. Previously, our position has been not to contemplate any expansion of membership, particularly of a further small country. But remember, they might prove to be a net contributor to our budget needs, as Spain becomes a further drain.'

Vincent Sabatini was the next to speak. 'I wish I could provide some good news, sadly I cannot. The demands of our two prosperous Northern Provinces grow ever louder for independence. If you approve Catalonia as a new member this may well prove to be the final catalyst for a referendum on independence. There is further bad news, following Greece's wish to leave, if you do not provide more help for us to deal with our refugee problem and make further loans to our near bankrupt banks there will, in my view, be a popular demand for Italy to follow Greece - out of the exit door.'

Nicolas Mortier looked towards Mila Erhard, rolled his eyes and shrugged his shoulders as if to say what do we do now. This prompted Mila to try to bring some calm to proceedings.

'It appears, Madame president, we have reached a crossroads. Do we urgently consider what we can do to address the problems that our colleagues from Greece, Spain and Italy have outlined, or do we allow each country to make its own decisions as to what is appropriate for them, and recognise the dream of a united Europe is finished? Germany, as the largest member, will do all it can to achieve progress on the first option. We cannot allow all we have worked for to flounder. I will work day and night to hold this union together, and am sure that is the position of the majority here today'

As she sat down, one of her aides was heard to whisper. 'Be careful what you promise Mia. Many Germans are fed up with bankrolling the rest of the EU, since the UK left.'

Simone Durand, now more composed, brought the meeting to order and obtained agreement to continue discussing Germany's proposal. Deep down she was fearful it would be another talking shop with little positive action agreed. Somehow, she had to avoid this and achieve real progress, quickly.

She saw the Greek contingent making ready to leave. 'Won't you stay with us Nikola; we would value your contribution to assist us reach an acceptable way forward?'

'No, Madame president, I've done that too many times already. You hold Greece's view in your hand, we're leaving; much to do as an independent country again.'

# Chapter 8

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# The Consequences

United Nations Meeting, New York.

Secretary General, Damar Perlo, wanted to move the meeting along. 'We've too many speakers who just like the sound of their own voice, without contributing much to the debate', he muttered to himself.

The topic was climate change and he was quietly pleased with the progress made on this sensitive subject, under his tenure. The Chinese delegate seemed to be winding up his comprehensive analysis of what his country had achieved over the last ten years.

'...and so fellow delegates, you will understand from all we have done, what we have achieved, we believe the United States of America should be subjected to realistic and effective trade sanctions, unless they sign this latest agreement and, at long last, recognise their actions are having an adverse effect on all the good work the rest of us are doing.'

Well that won't get passed, thought Damar, and so it proved when the voting took place.

'The next item is to consider further sanctions on Iran following the recent bombing of religious buildings around the world.' Damar had little enthusiasm for this difficult topic, as no group or country had claimed responsibility, as yet.

The Egyptian representative began to explain why his country had made this proposal. 'It is an unfortunate fact that we cannot be 100% sure of who is responsible for these atrocities, or even why. Several different religions have been affected in a number of countries. There is a consensus within these, that this is the action of Muslim terrorists, following the usual pattern of attacks against any apostates. We also know that Shia Muslims are considered apostates by Sunnis, consequently they have suffered many brutal assaults over the years, by ISIS and Al Qaeda. These being the main Sunni fundamentalist terrorist groups.

Our intelligence organisations have worked with others in the Middle East, and some further afield. After many hours of investigative work, our conclusion is that Iran is behind these attacks. We believe the underlying motivation was to ensure blame would fall squarely on the Sunni terrorists. This would lead to this organisation initiating additional action to extinguish these groups and, impose severe restrictions on those countries considered to be helpful to their destructive actions. Saudi Arabia being chief among these.

The documentary evidence to support our conclusions has been distributed to you all. Therefore, I move that in addition to the sanctions in place following the suspension of The Joint Comprehensive Plan of Action, we add additional ones in banking and restrictions on a variety of goods Iran can import, listed in the report you all have.'

Damar detected some agreement to this proposal from the whispered responses and reactions, circulating in the vast auditorium.

'This report is a fabrication, based on conjecture and assumption.' The representative from Lebanon was indignant. 'Where are the facts, where is the proof? There is none. This is a Saudi plot and should be dismissed as such.'

The debate continued, many countries outside of the Middle East also contributed before Damar was able to hold a vote. The UK and USA remained silent, as their investigations into responsibility remained open and ongoing. The resolution was passed with a large majority; UK, USA abstaining and Russia against .

Meeting of Saudi Arabian Government, Al Yamama Palace, Riyadh.

King Khalid Bousaid opened the meeting and after the usual extended pleasantries, turned to the agenda.

'The first item is award of the defence contract, which we have extended once, as the arrangement with our current supplier, British Development Industries, expired many months ago. Breaking with years of tradition, our Defence Council is recommending part of the contract is given to an American supplier. Prince Mahbeer will explain the reasoning behind this major change.'

Prince Mahbeer recognised this introduction barely concealed the conservative King's reluctance to endorse this change. Yet another one he'd had to face, as Saudi Arabia moves to become a more modern and open society. The Prince spent far longer on the background, technical reports and why the recommendation had been made, than originally intended. Partly this was to demonstrate his thoroughness in assessing the competitive tenders, but also hoping boredom would set in, and with it, approval more likely.

After detailed questioning, demonstrating there was considerable support for continuing with the current contractor only, the proposal to award part to the American bidders, was eventually approved.

'Thank you, your highness and my fellow Princes for the further step you have all taken to demonstrate to the outside world we are prepared to change, to fulfil a major role in the world we are part of today. In addition, I would draw your attention to the work Omar El-Hashem has undertaken to enable this decision to be made. In recognition of this, I recommend he is given a formal rank in our army, as a strategic military adviser.'

Abdullah Cham was tempted to protest at this point but decided now was not the time. He'd heard much of El-Hashem over the last year and, in his view, not all was favourable to the future stability of the country. There was little doubt in his mind, that the man had an agenda of his own. The information he had, demonstrated El-Hashem was not in favour of the liberal approach taken by the country's leaders. Although he didn't appear to be taking any real steps to prevent it, seeking favour and approval by those same leaders. Nevertheless, giving El-Hashem a formal role in the army was not a sensible move in his opinion.

'We now move to consider our relationship with Iran.' The King continued with the second item on the agenda. 'We should all be grateful for the work Abdullah Cham and the security services have undertaken and, for their significant contribution to the report on the recent outrageous attacks around the world. Thanks to their diligence and time spent in meeting with the security services in other countries, the conclusion of the report, that Iran was behind the attacks, was accepted by the UN and sanctions have been strengthened. Although I'm personally pleased with this outcome, we must recognise this action by Iran is a set back to the efforts we have been making, to bring together the two principle branches of Islamic faith. To set aside the centuries of antagonism and aggression between Sunni and Shia. We have gradually rolled back on our support for the Wahhabi interpretation, to become less conservative as a society, opening the door for a better relationship with Shias. This action .......'

The King's words were lost as a rocket struck the Palace and debris fell onto the assembled meeting. As panic spread, the sound of other rockets exploding on the building and surrounding gardens drowned out rational thought.

Abdullah Cham was the first to recover, his security instincts and training kicking in. 'Protect the King, guards you must protect the King!'

In response two armed guards, already suffering extensive wounds themselves, ran to the King and covered his prone body with their own. The reaction of other government members, varied from immediate prayer, to standing and screaming abuse at the gaping hole in the roof, where the first rocket had struck.

Abdullah was attempting to organise evacuation, although difficult to see and be seen in the swirling dust. The explosions had stopped. The most immediate danger was being trapped under falling masonry, should the building continue to collapse. He considered the gardens to be safer and tried to organise the survivors into small groups, dispersing them throughout the ornamental area. Should a further attack be launched, the risk of them all being obliterated would be reduced? More guards arrived, which made the evacuation easier. The King was carried to the furthest point of the garden, away from any buildings, when the next wave of rockets struck. The majority fell on the still crumbling Palace, with a few exploding harmless in the garden area. Fountains, statues and trees were obliterated, but there were no further casualties.

'Houthis.' Abdullah raged at one of the guards. 'Iran's influence again. This is unacceptable, the King will demand retaliation not only against the Houthis in Yemen, but Iran itself.'

Calm was returning, no more rockets rained down on them. Medical assistance was being given to those in need. Those beyond medical assistance were being respectfully covered and stretchered away. Abdullah saw Prince Mahbeer approaching, walking slowly, solemnly. He paused and then announced quietly.

'The King is dead, a piece of shrapnel from the first rocket pierced his heart. Both guards who tried to protect him have also died from their wounds. A sad day Abdullah, a very sad day.'

Abdullah could only nod in agreement as the Prince walked away to give others the news. 'What now?' Abdullah said more to himself than anyone who might be listening. 'The King's son is too young to rule without a regent, and many will clamour for this office. Because of this Houthi attack, and Iran being their prime supporter, my money is on Prince Mahbeer, as head of the Defence Council.'

Consolidated Industries Office, Detroit.

Lauren sat impatiently waiting for the printer to spring into life. The whole Board and Suma's top team were waiting for her return. Omar had rung Conrad to advise the contract acceptance paperwork would be sent shortly, signed by Prince Mahbeer, following the King's death.

A brief meeting had taken place in Riyadh and, as Abdullah had surmised, Prince Mahbeer had been appointed regent. He was busy preparing plans to discredit and perhaps even attack Iran directly, although action against the Houthis, bringing more misery to the people of Yemen was more likely.

The group in the Boardroom chatted excitedly, deferring the serious business of how to meet the terms of the Saudi contract until later. Lauren entered the room to the usual array of appreciative glances and placed the paperwork in front of Conrad. On the top sheet was a note – Looks as if we have something to celebrate tonight, I'll make the usual arrangements? He nodded and quickly detached the note and secured it in his jacket pocket.

Conrad read the full document aloud. It was as they had expected. Chief contract officer Jeb Stone listened carefully, three times asking Conrad to read a paragraph again, as he thought it a variation to the one he'd submitted. Eventually, he was satisfied and seconded Conrad's proposal that the contract offer be countersigned. Once this was done, Suma and Abraham Levi countersigned on behalf of Cyber Security Services.

The last sheet of paper was a personal note from Prince Mahbeer, informing them that Omar El-Hashem had been given the rank of Colonel, following his appointment as a strategic military adviser to the army. This raised questioning looks around the room, Conrad responded. 'Probably well deserved, we have to acknowledge the role he played in helping us win this contract.'

Conrad continued. 'Right that's signed, we are all committed to this now. Before I ask Lauren to send a copy back to the Saudis, I want to go through all our plans for meeting the initial contract volumes, just to be sure we are not going to miss the first crucial targets. A lot depends on this, we'll start with Robert and an update on security aspects.'

Robert explained that the FBI and CIA were in regular contact with him. There was no doubt they were twitchy about something. The recent bomb attacks around the world, coupled with unrest in Europe, were giving all security services the jitters. Although they weren't sharing everything with him, something was up; he could feel it in his bones. The good news was that the security forces remained alert and if there is trouble, should be able to prevent it.

This update changed the mood in the room, the realisation that the hard-won contract was not going to be plain sailing. Conrad saw Abraham Levi pass a note to Suma. He'd no idea what it said but suspected it reflected Abraham getting cold feet. Thank God, Suma appeared to have an iron grip on his team.

The Board went through each area of management responsibility meticulously. Recapping on several occasions where individual manager's reports appeared to conflict. The mood hadn't lightened. Abraham summarised Cyber Security Systems's position. Conrad was not alone in noticing a nervousness had replaced his usual arrogance, reflecting his acknowledged brilliance in his own field.

After some time, Conrad was able to extract muted satisfaction with the updated position. He asked Lauren to send the confirmation to Prince Mahbeer, then closed the meeting, asking Suma to remain.

'I detect Abraham is not happy, even though the decision to confirm the contract was unanimous. Do you know why?'

'Abraham is a clever but cautious man. He has been with me from day one, and on several occasions has prevented me from trying to expand too fast. We are opposites in terms of attitude to risk, historically this has stood the company and our relationship in good stead. His concerns revolve around the size of the contract, coupled with our dependence on Consolidated to perform, you fail, so do we. He feels the loss of control over our destiny. Also, he is wary of providing this advanced technology to the Saudis. Historically they have not been the best of friends with Israel. I reminded Abraham this has been gradually changing, maybe this contract has the potential to improve things further? Abraham has conservative views on this and remains sceptical.'

'And its impact on your co-operation in making sure this contract is a success, Suma?'

'Nothing negative I assure you. At the end of the day, Abraham is a pragmatic and successful business man. Just like you and me.'

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Lauren had been at the hotel for some time when Conrad arrived. He was agitated, and Lauren was careful to avoid enquiring too closely why. She had learned from experience to let these moods pass in their own time. He was quiet all the time he showered and changed, for what Lauren hoped would be a relaxing meal. Sensing his mood, she went down to the bar to wait, spending the time staring into her mobile phone, to avoid the inevitable attention of men, already into their second or third drink.

Conrad came down and saved her from any more pretence of being absorbed in her texts and emails. His mood had changed, she avoided their usual brief discussion about work. Time for that tomorrow.

Later the luxurious bed welcomed them to find the pleasure they both sought. At three in the morning Conrad's phone recorded a message – Enjoying the beautiful Lauren again Conrad, it has consequences you know, which will discuss tomorrow. Omar.

Max Murray's Office, MI6 HQ.

Tracey Simpson was on the secure speaker phone to Max. John Holden was the only other person in the room. 'Sorry it's taken a while sir, that call from Jennings was relayed through several phone services and countries, but we got there in the end.'

'And?' Max was showing signs of impatience.

'The final country was definitely Saudi Arabia and we've pinned it down to the home of Omar El-Hashem.'

'No surprise there, confirmation he's up to his neck in this, as we've thought for some time. Anything useful in the transcript?'

'Not as far as we've been able to decipher. Jennings part is as Lucy described in her debrief, nothing new as far as we can tell. The responses from Omar, assuming it was him taking the call, gave only limited confirmation of what had been happening. Nothing, that most people wouldn't have been aware of from the reports on numerous TV stations. Doesn't definitively pin down he had any part in it, except the link to Jennings of course. I'm sending over the full transcript, so you can review it yourself.'

'Thanks Tracey, we'll go through that as soon as received. Just need to check, now you've identified Omar's home, assume you are monitoring that line 24/7. Traced any others to same address?'

'We're working on tracking down a mobile and other lines into the house, which includes a complex satellite arrangement. Also, it looks like he uses pay as you go most of the time, for a few days only, then changes. So not getting much, as we've only picked up on a couple so far.'

As soon as the call finished, John Holden rose to leave. 'No stay John, I've a couple more calls to make, I'd like you to sit in on.'

The next call was to Chuck Davidson.

'Finally got confirmation Chuck, Jennings rang Saudi Arabia, not Iran and it probably won't surprise you, the call was to Omar El-Hashem's home. Not learned much from the call and we can't be absolutely certain it was Omar talking to Jennings, but I'm confident it was.'

'In that case, glad I was able to convince our side to abstain in the UN vote on Iran sanctions. Not that they really took much persuasion. Convincing them Saudi was behind the bombings may prove more difficult, especially with the official status Omar's now got in the army. Any indication what his next moves might be?'

'We're continuing to monitor, nothing yet. My guess is it will be another terrorist attack he can lay at Iran's door. My worry is the army role will give him access to the advanced weapons Saudi has from us and yourselves, under the new contract signed off by Prince Mahbeer.'

'Surely, he won't have access to those Max, hell of a risk to get hold of them, even bigger one to use them.'

'Maybe, can't decipher if he's playing a long game which could go on for years, to obtain more power and influence, or he is a fanatic, willing to take big risks to advance his cause. Let's not forget the rocket attack by the Houthis which killed King Khalid Bousaid. Iran almost certainly supplied the weaponry, yet the recent effort by the Saudis to get the UN to take military action against Iran and intervene in Yemen failed. Suspect Saudis will be looking to take retaliatory action on their own.'

'Christ that could get messy, a full blown Middle East war to add to the conflicts which have been going on for years. Anything we can do to help keep tabs on all this?'

Max paused, momentarily reluctant to ask. 'Number one Chuck, find Jennings. Not convinced Omar will use him in what we've been discussing, but be good to know where he is, and keep him under observation. Number two, get really close to Consolidated and Cyber. As you say, should be difficult for him to access these high technology weapons for his own mysterious ends, but maybe he'll arrange his own sourcing. I'm doing the same with British Development Industries. Thirdly, my next call is to Abdullah Cham, to share my findings and get him on board that Omar is not all he seems to be. Be useful if you could call him in a couple of days to reinforce this view with things you've found, to corroborate the British position.'

'Will do, now for my only bit of news. Pretty certain Jennings is in the US. Immigration at Seattle believe it was him on a flight from Dubai, two days ago. Being followed up by all security services, so we'll get eyes on him soon. By the way nothing much happening with our IRA friends, fundraising still going on slowly. I'll be happy when we find out what Jennings is up to, just in case the IRA are running a recruitment campaign.'

'When you do Chuck, any objection to me sending a small team to deal with him, in whatever way they think fit, after a spot of polite conversation of course. A link up with the IRA may be an option. If we're right about Omar, can't see him wanting Jennings interrupting production of those new weapons, so a link with Antifa and EGC unlikely.'

'I'll get the necessary clearance Max. Officially we have nothing on him, so don't expect any issues with a foreign power solving a potential problem for us all.'

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Max's call with Abdullah went better than he expected. The Saudi security services already had Omar on their watch list; potential extremist connections. They'd continue to watch and liaise.

John waited for instruction. Max gave none. 'What's my immediate priority sir?'

'I'd like to keep you and Lucy free for now, keep you available for the next situation which needs urgent attention. Maybe you two should be the ones to pick up Jennings, if that comes to the top of the pile.'

'Does it make sense to include Lucy sir? Jennings knows her, doesn't trust her, might complicate things. Also, we don't always work well as just a two-man team.'

'Precisely John, make him jumpy. Her turning up asking for help, might think she's got a direct line to Omar's friends. At worst it will unsettle him, he'll make mistakes.'

'And Lucy the bait again. Does she know this assignment is coming?'

'No, you're the senior field officer, you select the team and instruct them. But this is a team of two and Lucy is one of them, understood? This may not happen of course but if it does, that's the way it's going to be.'

'Of course, sir, I'll wait until CIA advise Jennings has been tracked.'

'That's fine John, we don't want to upset our American friends by appearing before they've cleared our involvement. If you do go, try to find time to visit Detroit and Seattle, find out all you can on Consolidated and Cyber. By the way, nothing you'd like to add to your comment on working with Lucy is there?'

John Holden reflected on his ham-fisted attempts to get her into bed a few years ago, the response he got still stung. 'No sir, nothing at all.'

Home of Omar El-Hashem, Riyadh, Saudi Arabia.

'Conrad, good to speak to you. Trust you are pleased with the contract award and enjoyed celebrating it with Lauren?'

'Of course, all the managers of both companies are pleased to have won the contract after all the hard work we, and the workforce, have put into this. Thank you for the help you've given to secure it.'

'Pleased you acknowledge my contribution Conrad, accordingly I will base my next request on your recognition of that help. However, as an additional incentive, I refer again to your enjoyment of the extra curriculum activities with your personal assistant. I make no judgement, it's common enough, just concerned it might leak to those who are unaware.'

'Okay Omar, you've made yourself perfectly clear, what can I do for you?'

'The first deliveries of all three parts of the contract are due in ten days' time, trust all is on schedule?'

'Of course, we have received the shipping instructions and the majority of items are already in stock, running through finally testing.'

'That's welcome news Conrad. I believe you have been advised of my new position in the army, and accordingly the authority that gives me instruct you to deliver 10% of the consignment to a separate warehouse address. You know our relationship with Iran is fragile, particularly after the fatal rocket attack on our government. Our military bases are secure, but we don't want all our eggs in one basket, as you might say.'

'Shouldn't prove a problem Omar. Will you send the new shipping instructions and confirm the change to the contract in writing?'

'I will initiate the former, but the contract change will not be given in writing Conrad.'

'Why not, if you don't we are at risk of breaching the contract terms, and potential exposure to contract penalties.'

'I think you are already exposed Conrad.' Omar rang off.

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Omar was surprised by the next call – Alex Jennings. 'I thought I made it clear last time, do not ring me here on a fixed line, however secure I think it is, cyber technology moves all the time, the listeners are always out there.'

'Well, ring me back on one of your many disposables, we need to talk.' Alex replied.

Omar did so, and Alex continued. 'Look I know a lot of the bomb teams were either caught or killed but many of them were fanatics and prepared to do so....'

'You mean you're not any longer Alex?' Omer shot back at him.

'No Omar, like you I'm a player, in it for the long game not instant paradise, so don't give me any bullshit about dying for the cause.'

'Okay, point made. What do you want?'

'Your retainer hasn't reached my bank account yet. I've told you before, no pay and I will play, but outside your house this time, so what is going on?'

'Where are you? You moved on from Dubai quickly, what spooked you?'

'After Plymouth, the chase didn't exactly go cold. Think I got spotted at Paris Orly. Tail was on the same plane to Dubai. Booked onward flight to Australia but flew to Seattle. Not followed and intend it to stay that way. Thought I'd drift over to Detroit, as gather you have some interests there? If not, hear the IRA are recruiting.'

'Alex, I'd prefer you didn't get involved in that mess. Steer clear of Detroit but close enough and prepared for action. It's a delicate situation, there's enough trouble brewing with Antifa and EGC.'

'EGC, the European mob? Thought they'd have their hands full stirring up a storm around the refugee crisis. Quite successful for a bunch of lefties.'

'Possible they are spreading their wings and I'd rather they didn't do it in Detroit. I don't want them hearing you're in town, might help with whatever they are planning. I'll chase up the retainer and make sure it doesn't happen again. I'll ring you when I need you next, be patient.'

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Meanwhile, Conrad was still wrestling with what to do after the call from Omar. Eventually he decided to share this change with Suma, after all Cyber were locked into the same contract and penalties.

Suma took the news surprisingly well, assuring Conrad it would be fine. After all, Omar was a bigwig in the army now and surely the call was recorded. Conrad confessed he'd failed to do this. Suma still didn't appear to be worried by the change. Instead, he asked for the details and serial numbers of products to be delivered to the alterative address, to be sent to him. After checking a few more details on progress, Suma terminated the call; he had other plans to put in place.

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Omar was mulling over the calls he was soon to make, with Kassim. Tea had been served and once the servant had left them alone, Omar was ready to reveal his plans to Kassim. Over the years, he'd come to value Kassim's ability to absorb and assess them quickly, pointing out flaws in his own thinking and as a result, little had ever gone wrong.

'You know what the overall idea is Kassim, what I'm still thinking over is whether we take them sequentially or, whether that gives time for an effective counter offensive, reducing our impact.'

Kassim continued sipping his tea. He knew if he paused long enough, Omar would not be able to resist talking further, perhaps letting slip vital information he had intended to keep to himself. Omar was a secretive man, keeping all his separate activities precisely that way, secret. By doing this, he reduced the opportunity for his activities to be discovered. However, this was becoming much harder as the tentacles of his ambition reached into new areas, some beyond Kassim's comprehension.

And so, it proved, Omar continued to talk, Kassim remained silent staring at his tea, assimilating the additional facts being provided, albeit unwittingly.

After some time, Omar also lapsed into silence. Had he said too much, did Kassim really grasp the relevance of all he said, was he really mulling all this over, looking for flaws before speaking, or was he merely baffled by the complexity of it all. Omar didn't know but remained patient.

'I think it would be preferable for both attacks to be at the same time.' Kassim said eventually.

'I'll make the necessary arrangements.' Was all Omar replied.

Dublin.

'They've tried to blow up the Guinness Brewery.' Someone called out as they ran back towards the River Liffey.

'Who has?' Came the cry from others in the crowd, who had gathered outside Parliament Building to celebrate the election victory.

'Bastards from the North, probably.' A big man shouted.

'The IRA will make them pay, you see if they don't.' Said another.

'Hey, we're supposed to be one country now remember!' A woman yelled.

'Not yet you're not!' Came a distinctive English voice from the depths of the crowd.

Seamus O'Gara stood by his office window, overlooking Parliament Square.

'We may have won but this scene is not the celebration I was hoping for.' He said without looking at his Lord Chancellor, Thomas Maguire, who was sitting on the other side of the desk. The purpose of their meeting was to consider Cabinet appointments, to ensure his team consisted of those he needed to bring a united Ireland to fruition.

The crowd scene in the Square, just a few moments ago jubilant and excited at the size of his majority, was now in a very different mood. Some angry, some frighten, some shocked, some dreading a return to the troubles with regular bombings disrupting their daily lives.

'Get me Terry Driscoll.' Seamus snapped into the telephone as he turned away from the window.

'Terry what the hell is going on? When are the Garda going to get to grips with this crowd. It's turning nasty out there, I can see a group of hooligans trying to turn a car over. For Christ's sake man get this under control.'

'You should see the Riot Squad coming into the Square any time now, the intention is to corral the crowd in the area leading to the National Wax Museum. We have water cannons in place to prevent them moving further afield, loudspeaker announcements will be made shortly, appealing for calm.'

'Can't come soon enough Terry. Now what's the latest on the bomb attack?'

'Minor damage at the Brewery, looks like the work of a few hotheads, not enough damage for one of the recognised, organised groups, but as no one's claimed responsibility yet, can't be sure of that.'

'Any information on possible other terrorist attacks?'

'Frankly, no Seamus. We were expecting some disruption if you lost the election, or if it was a close thing. There was no indication a landslide would prompt any of the known groups into action. We're working with colleagues in the North, as that's the most likely source of the bombers. Let you know as soon as we have anything positive.'

'Thanks Terry, let's just consider the longer term for a moment. We may have won a substantial majority on the basis we will achieve a united Ireland, and it's generally known we have the support of Sein Fein and Alliance Party in the North. Thomas has made us all aware of the constitutional hoops we have to go through, before our ultimate aim is achieved. The size of our victory will bring pressure for this to be advanced sooner rather than later, but we all accept it's not going to be speedy. The first task is to convince the British government to hold a referendum. I'm worried groups such as the IRA will become impatient with progress and kick off again, which will do nothing to help. What plans do we have to prevent this happening?'

At this point, Thomas intervened. 'Seamus, I think you're over reacting. We've had several meetings on this very topic. We have Sein Fein on side in both the North and the South, they promised to keep the IRA up to speed on progress and are aware of the timetable we are working to. Our substantial election victory is a very positive first step. It doesn't advance the timetable, but it puts pressure on the British government to get on with it. They will be as concerned as we are, if delay results in any of the terrorist groups resorting to violence, to either advance or stop this. I think the biggest short-term risk is the UDA and associated groups, taking action to prevent the North leaving the Union.'

'I agree.' Terry Driscoll added. 'Doesn't mean there won't be attacks, but these will only accelerate the need to make progress. Once you've convinced the British Government to accept the inevitable, and make this official policy, it will have the full weight of their intelligence and armed forces to keep a lid on such activity. Nobody said it was going to be easy Seamus, if the political will on all sides is there, it will happen. We'll do our best to keep disruption and loss of life to a minimum, but it's inevitable there will be some.'

'Okay point made Terry, nothing's really changed. Our ambition and planning, remain very much in line with our detailed discussions and plans. Suppose today's events have doused my celebratory mood, drawn attention to the hard work and difficult path we all must tread. Right Thomas, back to finalising the new Cabinet.'

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Terry Driscoll sat silently in his office for a few minutes reviewing his call with Seamus O'Gara and Thomas Maguire. He was grateful Thomas had been there, worried about Seamus' reaction so soon after the election result. Sure, there had been a minor explosion, what did he expect? The UDA and others in the North aren't exactly pleased with this move to unite Ireland. Christ we've been divided for centuries by religion, and politically since 1922, over a hundred years of on/off violence around attempts to unite us. Please God, don't let there be another one hundred to stop us becoming one country again. These politicians had better have defined how this is going to be achieved, and got more agreement on the route map, than I've seen so far. That thought frightened him, when did politicians ever have a route map, beyond thinking they'd found the holy grail to appeal to the majority of the electorate. This week united Ireland. Next week how do we stop the violence?

He reached for the telephone, paused briefly and asked for Max Murray.

'What can I do for you Terry?'

'You've heard about the small explosion at the Guinness brewery, I assume?'

'Yes, the CEO of the brewing group lives in Gerrards Cross and has already been in touch with his local MP to know what's going on. Could just be the tip of the iceberg, following O'Gara's election victory.'

'That's what concerns me. Also, O'Gara himself is twitchy. We've not many leads on who's responsible. Assume it's some outfit from the North, so your territory, anything you can share?'

'Best we have is a fanatical splinter group of the UDA. UDA leadership assure us they are not involved and are prepared to see what is negotiated; not happy but reluctant to trigger violence. They admit they've little, or no control over some involved in the more violent splinter groups but have given us some names. Lucy Robertson is kicking her heels, so put her in charge of finding out more. You'll remember the problems the Ulster Volunteer Force used to give us, maybe it's a resurrection of that, or something similar. Appears there may be more groups of this nature than before.'

'That's encouraging, always helpful to have someone we know well, working on our side. Max, are you able to tell me anything about how the British government is responding to this call for a united Ireland? Thomas Maguire has explained all the constitutional steps involved, and that looks like years of work, rather than months to me.'

'It's on the agenda for the next Cabinet meeting, to be followed by Cobra. PM's asked for my assessment on potential security aspects, so relying on Lucy to find something quickly. Having said that, I think the splinter groups are minor diversions, we can clear up without too much damage. It's the possibility of the UDA and IRA getting involved in major action which bothers me. We know the IRA support groups in America have been raising funds, and that can only be for one reason. I never thought I'd say this, but I'm glad Sein Fein are a significant political force in both the North and South. Provided we keep close to the UDA, perhaps we can prevent the sort of troubles neither of us ever want to see again.'

'Amen to that, and our leaders are depending on Sein Fein as well. How good are your informants on the UDA?'

'We've some on the inside, been in place for years now, and a regular cohort of interested parties. In addition, GCHQ monitor a variety of phone and email conversations, so we're well placed to detect a change in mood. Doesn't mean we always know where the proposed action is likely to take place, but as the years roll on, we're getting better at identifying these things in advance. As Westminster Abbey showed, we can still get caught out. Anything changed from your perspective?'

'Nothing at this early stage. I think we're agreed, if there is to be trouble it will probably be UDA or one of their splinter groups who set the ball rolling, as today's events may prove. So, we'll be dependent on you picking this up and providing warnings, under protocols we've had in place for years. Grateful all of that still in place despite Brexit.'

'I'll update you after the Cobra meeting Terry.'

'Grateful as always Max.'

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Max rang Tracey to upgrade the monitoring of known UDA sources and their traffic. Then he spoke to Lucy Robertson.

'Sorry to press Lucy but need some answers on the Guinness attack as soon as. Tracey's been instructed to increase GCHQ monitoring of relevant contacts and keep you up to speed. Do you need any more resource to help on this?

'No, think we'd just get in each other's way and possibly alert those we are pulling in, before we get to them. The names we got from the UDA are proving good, clearly no love lost between them. Not surprised mind you, these are some angry people. Not getting much out of them, still unsure whether this is an opportunistic, random attack or, there is a co-ordinated plan, with more to come. We'll have to pull most of them in, to be sure of no more attacks.'

'Okay Lucy, I'll leave the next steps up to you. Remember, even if it seems like a random one off, can still be a smokescreen for a carefully prepared plan, so keep an open mind. Keep asking Tracey for updates, any information you can get will be useful, so we really understand what is going on.'

UDA Headquarters, Belfast.

A minor row was in full swing. Some of the group were very unhappy at the extent of the list of names given to MI6. Some were friends of the men and women seated around the table. Their leader, Fergus Coleman called for silence.

'I appreciate your various views on this, but it's done now. The security forces are picking them up and it's vital you don't give a warning of any sort to those on the list. This will keep the security boys and girls busy, trying to work out where the next incident will be. For the time being, we are the good guys, and can get on with our major plan to put a spanner in the works for a united Ireland. What we are planning will ensure the IRA are dragged into this and set the whole process back years.'

# Chapter 9

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# The Arms Contract is Underway

Home of Omar El-Hashem, Riyadh, Saudi Arabia.

Conrad Schulz was speaking to Omar. 'The first consignment is on its way to the docks. It will be followed tomorrow by the second smaller consignment, delivery as you instructed.'

'Why are they not leaving at the same time?'

'As this is the first batch of products being sent under the contract, both my company and Cyber Security Systems have increased quality control, to ensure everything is perfect. As the products are being delivered to two different addresses, they are being subjected to separate final inspections. Suma assures me his team will finish their work tonight, so the second batch will leave first thing tomorrow.'

'Does that mean they will be on separate ships Conrad?'

'Yes, but the second consignment being smaller is on a faster ship, so arrival times your end will be similar. Anyway, they are going to separate ports, so does it matter?'

'I suppose not, although it's not in accordance with my understanding of the order call off. I'll have to check to see if a penalty is in order.'

'Oh, come on Omar, we've bent over backwards to meet every detail of your requirements, and the necessity for two separate delivery destinations was not in the signed contract, yet we've complied with the request.'

'Alright Conrad, let's not fall out at the beginning of our long relationship. I'll be in touch as soon as both consignments have been delivered and checked.'

Conrad was tempted to ring Suma to relay this conversation but thought better of it. Instead he spoke to Robert Faulkner.

'What news have we on that disturbance outside the factory when the first consignment was leaving?'

'FBI have been in touch. All the ones they picked up are known members of Antifa. Someone or something has wound them up. As far as we can tell at this stage it's not our workers causing this; some outside influence, for reasons unknown.'

'Any indication this European group, EGC or whatever it's called was involved. Just want to get a feel for what we are up against.'

'You're not alone there Conrad, first indications are its Antifa only, mug shots of the those involved has not revealed any faces of known EGC members, provided to the FBI. Doesn't mean EGC aren't involved behind the scenes but will take a while to follow that up. When's the next consignment due?'

'End of the month. Interested to know if there have been any disturbances outside Cyber Security services? The final part of this first consignment will be leaving their premises first thing tomorrow.'

'No, all disruption has been confined to our factories in Detroit. I'll alert the FBI to ensure there are no problems tomorrow.'

'Thanks Robert, but we need to know how to prevent a recurrence of these actions. It wouldn't take much for them to hold up a consignment, then we are in trouble.'

'I can only assure you again Conrad, both the CIA and FBI are aware of that, with the beady eye of the Pentagon watching over them.'

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Meanwhile Omar was making plans with Kassim.

'The shipment should be at the docks in seven days. You need to be there to ensure no slip ups on clearance. Security will have a copy of these instructions, to ensure onward transmission to our warehouse. You travel with the lorries to the warehouse, the items for onward despatch from there are listed in these documents. They're the ones we've been through already, but let's go through them again before you leave, as a final check.'

'Do you want me to travel with one of the consignments to their final destination?' Kassim asked.

'Yes, I want you to travel with the one going to the Al Qaeda camp in the mountains close to the border with Yemen. You will be expected, and your arrival will be the signal for more men to join you from within Yemen. We're counting on the rebel Houthis getting wind of this, as we want them to assume it's a withdrawal. In that way, the attack when it comes, will be even more of a surprise and more devastating.'

'What about the consignment going to ISIS in the north?'

'Mustafa will travel with you to the docks and warehouse, then he'll go with the convoy heading north. ISIS are having difficulty giving me a precise rendezvous point in Syria, as the recent bombings by the Americans, near the Iraq border, have meant they are constantly moving. This is making things tricky, as I want both planned actions to start around the same time.'

'That's going to be hard Omar, once Al Qaeda enter Yemen, the size of the group and the kit they'll have makes detection likely. Then, the attack on the Houthis in Harad will have to start, or lose all element of surprise, whether ISIS are ready in Syria or not.'

'Precisely, which is why you must emphasise to Al Qaeda they shouldn't leave base camp until ISIS are also ready to launch their attack. Mustafa will be in regular contact. The target is Darra, following the government claim this is now controlled by their forces.'

'How many people know about this Omar, how secure is it? Have you informed Prince Mahbeer?'

'Kassim, Kassim, my loyal friend, have you been listening to me over the past months? The House of Saud are enemies not our friends. Their attempts at modernisation, appeasing the western world are contrary to the principles of Islam, they have moved far away from their Wahhabism origins. Therefore, we now agree with ISIS and Al Qaeda, House of Saud must be destroyed, only in this way can we return to the true meaning of Islam and ensure the supremacy of the Sunnis.

Only our network knows of our plan Kassim, and it must remain that way. We will not admit we have any communication or connection with ISIS and Al Qaeda, we are using them, but ultimately, they too must be eliminated; otherwise their fundamentalism will destroy Islam, not build it.

Therefore, a crucial part of our plan remains that the atrocities are seen as the action of the two extremist groups. We are using them as another step in our strategy to start a transnational war, which will lead to the elimination of Shiites and all factions. It is important that our part in this must never be known, if we are to retain the powerbases we are building in our government.'

'Risky strategy Omar, risky. Have the Americans guessed anything from your request for the separate consignment to our warehouse? Once the result of what we are planning is seen in the wider world, questions are bound to be asked. How did these fanatics get their hands on the weapons, who organised it, who is helping them?'

'Trust you're not getting cold feet Kassim? It's a bit late for that. I've explained the paper trails I've laid from this end. Every instruction emanates from a junior level within defence procurement administration. The warehouse is a genuine government facility. The convoy lorries are the usual contractor. You and Mustafa are controlling the fake ambushes, which result in the weapons falling into ISIS and Al Qaeda hands. You both are taken prisoner but escape in the confusion, inevitable once the attacks are underway. No one is going to think you had anything to do with them.

On the contrary, all the risk lies with me. Depends if Conrad Schulz decides he no longer wishes his private life remains private, risking his whole career and future well-being. Fortunately, he just doesn't strike me as that sort of man.'

'Do you really believe a transnational war will eventually come about Omar?'

'As sure as I can be of anything in this life. The bombing of the various religious buildings around the world, eventually convinced the UN that Iran was to blame, and further sanctions imposed. These actions ISIS and Al Qaeda will take against Shia strongholds, backed by Iran, will be another blow to them. Coupled with other actions I'm planning, this will tip them and their Shia allies into retaliation, and a war they cannot win.'

EGC Meeting, Berlin.

'Welcome all, particularly Anthony Vance from America, representing Antifa. We are pleased to be working with you to achieve our common goals, to end the ill effects of global capitalisation. Perhaps you'd briefly tell us how your action in Detroit is working?' Said Dieter Kohl, opening the monthly strategy meeting

'Thank you for your warm welcome. Coming back to Germany is a return to the very roots of our movement, so this means a great deal to me. Berlin has proved an exciting and interesting city to visit, a vibrancy among the people with few apparent social divisions, so missing in many of my home cities. Perhaps your work here is done?'

This comment produced only murmurings of disapproval, so he continued. 'Anyway, you asked me about Detroit. As you know, we have concentrated our efforts on Consolidated Industries following the disruptions we organised earlier in the year, and their gaining the arms contract with Saudi Arabia. We have been cautious, the authorities have taken some of our members and continue to monitor our activities very closely, cramping our style. We have not succeeded in preventing their deliveries, either in or out, and despite this frustration, we are reluctant to scale up. Our objectives in this case are less clear. The company has made a real effort to build on what have been good employee policies over the years, so disruption of their business may be considered counter-productive by the very people we profess to help.'

'Interesting perspective Anthony, can understand your dilemma in that troubled city. So rather than spend time debating this further, let's move onto our joint plans, for disruption of the G7 summit in Stockholm in a month's time. We look forward to Antifa's involvement in this.'

'As do we Dieter, it's time we had a bit of proper action. Do we know why Stockholm has been selected?' Anthony commented.

'We understand it's an attempt to restrict the actions of protestors. Stockholm has a long association with peace initiatives, including its involvement in the Nobel prize awards. Sweden itself is a peaceful country, with few of the socio-economic issues encountered elsewhere. Perhaps the organisers believe it will dissuade protestors from triggering the level of property and physical damage, seen at these summits in recent years.'

'And do we intend to comply with this Dieter?' One of the group asked.

'Broadly yes, there may be collateral damage as a result of our actions, but that is not the prime intention.'

'Which is?' Another asked.

'To kidnap and hold to ransom, as many of the heads of state attending as possible.'

'Are you mad, with all that security surrounding those guys?' Anthony was first to ask.

'We intend to follow similar action to that used in the recent refugee camp attacks. We have identified several occasions during the Summit, when these high-profile leaders will be exposed. Sure, there will be security but less visible and proximate to their masters. This is mainly at times when they wish to be seen and interviewed by the press.'

'There will still be a lot of security to overcome Dieter.' Anthony again.

'I know, and we'll have to do it all in one hit. So, it will be one armoured van for each target. Some will succeed, and some won't. With the number of vans and weapons we will be throwing at this, the casualty rate could be high, including some of the targets, which will be unfortunate.'

'Sounds like a suicide mission to me. What do we do with those heads of state we do capture?' Another of the group inquired.

'Agreed it's a bit of a gamble, but also a great opportunity. Those we do secure are held to ransom, to force the others to make real change in the global capitalist culture. We plan to hold them until changes are made; not released on empty promises.'

'That could be years Dieter. Throughout that time, the security forces will be hunting us down. Look back at our history, in the early days of the Red Army, long term hostage taking didn't work. Either our members were captured or killed, and their hostages nearly always ended up dead. That's not an outcome we want to be responsible for, is it?'

'Well, if we do this, it's inevitable some will die during the operation. Each hostage will be held in a separate country, all inhospitable to the western world. Sure, more will die as time goes on, I'm open to better suggestions as to how we bring about real change. Reflect on the refugee action, there were deaths, but the EU is having to think again about its approach to this issue, or face breakup. If that happens, the UN will have to reconsider its decision to reject the action proposed by Germany and France. If not, we'll act again; we're not quitters, are we?'

The response Dieter got to that was silence, so he shouted. 'Well, are we?'

'After all we've been through together you know we're not Dieter. This just seems a bit ambitious for us, taken us all by surprise.' Martin Huber spoke on behalf of the group and was greeted by a nodding of heads.

'Okay I can see you all need some convincing, so I'll go through the essence of the plan, then we'll review and iron out the detail. May take some time. The G7 will be using the Ericsson Globe, everything is on site, making the job easier for the security forces.'

'And ours harder.' Someone commented.

'Ah, not necessarily.' Dieter continued. 'As its self-contained, I think after a day or two the security forces will relax, only a little, but enough to give us a window to act at the final dinner. We will keep a low profile and encourage other groups to do so, restrict protests to banners, marches and so on; help to lull security into believing nothing serious is going to happen.

Some of you have been involved in the planning so far, but for the benefit of everyone I'll now run through the plan in detail. Please save your questions to the end, to ensure we give them proper consideration, amending the plan if necessary.

Our comrades in Sweden have procured the necessary number of vans. These are in the workshop now, having the necessary armour, bullet proof windows etc. fitted. One aspect that is giving us particular difficulty, is the drop-down tyre protectors. Currently, we can't get them to drop into place in less than 20 seconds. This is too long, bearing in mind the security forces will be close by when the vans are brought into action. Each van is being resprayed a different colour, however, nearer the time, the livery of the catering company will be added, by way of a removable plastic coating. So, on entry to the conference, all vans will look legitimate, but this can be removed as soon as convenient, during each van's escape.

We have managed to place some of our members with both the catering company and the security contractors. This will help us gain access on the day, however there will be many more genuine staff, so we have to recognise there may be challenges to getting all the vans in. Weapons will be concealed in a sealed compartment behind the cab. Each van will carry items required by catering, food, drink and equipment. These will be unloaded by our catering staff, to leave the rear of the vans empty for securing each hostage. It will be important to ensure there is no further check on the vans after the catering items are unloaded. Some will be parked up for a long time after delivery, as we don't want all vans arriving at the same time and arousing suspicion. Therefore, to reduce the risk of inviting the curiosity of suspicious security guards, it will be better to leave the site than risk being discovered, we have spare vans to cover this eventuality.

Our action starts as the final dignitaries are taking their places for the banquet. Some security staff will still be outside at that time, supervising the official cars. As the cars leave, the vans drive straight into the conference hall. The entrance is wide enough to take a tank, so, providing the vans keep moving in an orderly fashion, entry should be easy. Each van will be allocated a head of state to capture, it's imperative this is adhered to as the first vans will be heading for those nearest the exit point. The snatch time is tight, with a two-man team in full protective gear, operating from the rear of the van. Positioning of each vehicle is crucial to achieving our goal in the shortest possible time. Vans will have to smash through furniture and people to do this, take no prisoners or that will be your fate.

The exit is through doors leading to the extensive terrace, which becomes lawn before joining a dirt track, which soon enters open countryside. There will be security outside the venue, so the vans may come under fire, hence the armour plating etc. This may prove spasmodic and restricted, because of the precious cargo each van will be carrying.

The dirt road soon enters a heavily wooded area, so once all vans have made it to there, a catering lorry will be used to block any vehicular pursuit. No doubt helicopters will be launched, but each van should have taken its own planned escape route before this happens, limiting their effectiveness, particularly once the catering livery is removed. Escape routes have been carefully planned covering ports, small airfields and minor roads. Other vans will be travelling the same routes to cause confusion to any pursuers. In some cases, it will take several days to reach the final destinations where the hostages will be held, so frequent changes in the mode of transport will be made.

Inevitably, not all vans will be successful in taking their allocated hostage, or successfully escape, but I'm optimistic the majority will. Once we feel sufficiently in control of the situation, we will claim responsibility and make our demands. I have a list and am happy to consider additions and deletions, at the question session. So far, we have:

  * The introduction of a global citizens' income, varied according to living costs in each country and funded by them.

  * To aid this funding, all corporate activity will be taxed at 35% and tax distributed in accordance with resources and production facilities used in each country.

  * All corporations will be responsible for safe and environmental friendly disposal of waste. If you produce plastic, your responsible for its disposal after use, including covering the cost of its collection.

  * Dumping waste into the sea - both the perpetrators and the country in which they are based, will be fined, to build up resources necessary to make real inroads into eliminating this pollution.

  * Capital punishment to be re-introduced for a range of crimes, perpetrated against other members of society. We all acknowledge there are now far too many people on earth, those who commit the listed crimes, have no right to remain here. Unfortunately, our work means we qualify for this fate, if caught.

There you have it, audacious and risky, as some of you have already said. If we succeed it will change this world forever. There is much detailed work still to be done to fine tune this, so let's start with your questions and suggestions.'

Parliament of Greece – Old Royal Palace, Athens.

Prime Minister, Nikola Samolis was facing uproar.

Cries of 'Nothing has changed.'

'Triggering Article 50 was a big mistake.'

'Who is going to provide some help in dealing with the refugees, still in our country?'

'The tourist industry is dead.'

'International business won't accept the Drachma for payment.'

'Soon our people will be migratory refugees, leaving this economic desert.'

And so on.

After some time, order was restored, and Nikola Samolis was able to speak.

'My government is well aware of the points you have all been raising and is endeavouring to address them. As some of you have said, loud and clear, we are not getting any help from the EU. But also remember, little of the promised help to other countries has been put in place, so we are not alone on that score.'

'Prove it.'

'Where are we on Article 50?'

The uproar was starting again.

'My friends, please let me try and address your concerns in an orderly fashion. I have arranged for the prime ministers of Italy and Spain to join us by internet link, to demonstrate that we are not alone in these matters, despite their remaining in the EU for the time being. Ah, good the link has been set up and I can see both of our guests are there.

Good afternoon Mateo and Vincent, thank you for taking the time to join us. I have already briefed you on the lack of help we continue to suffer from on many fronts. Maybe our decision to leave the club is the reason for that, but Parliament would be very interested to hear you own experiences and view on this, to help us define a way forward. Mateo perhaps I could ask you to speak first.'

Mateo Villar, prime minister of Spain, rose and thanked the Greek Parliament for the opportunity to address them.

'I'll deal first with the refugee issue.' He began. 'Despite Germany's and France's failure to obtain global action, through the UN, there was a commitment for more equal sharing of the refugee accommodation and costs between EU members. Coupled with accelerated assessment and repatriation, where appropriate. There have been a number of meetings to define how this could be brought in to effect, yet as at today, no action, no agreement, just dates for more meetings.

Although I may be stating the obvious, I reluctantly conclude the EU is a bureaucracy, well versed in defining ever increasing regulation, designed to bring the countries of Europe closer together, but totally ineffective in enforcing that regulation, if a country doesn't wish to comply. Even more difficult, how to get twenty-six separately governed countries to agree on any contentious issue. The spectrum of political views within those countries adds to this difficulty. I see no agreement on this issue, ever. Each country will have to make its own decisions.

If I may, I'll turn to the thorny question of Catalonia. This major region, with a buoyant economy has gained independence, but it has not been accepted as a separate member of the EU. The remainder of Spain's economy continues to inch forward with little sign of major improvement any time soon. Unemployment remains around 15%, with youth unemployment nearing 30%. Since the United Kingdom left, we have not been able to export as much of that problem, as we did historically. Tourism is still in the doldrums and, many of our banks are effectively insolvent, after the latest assessment of probable loan defaults over the coming years. We will have to leave the Euro and re-introduce a significantly devalued Peseta, as we try to rebuild our economy.

The EU is unable to offer any significant help or solution to these problems. We are basically on our own and, I can reveal to you, we will be proposing to Parliament that we too trigger Article 50. I expect this will be passed with a reasonable majority and believe this will be of assistance to your negotiations; in this context, two countries leaving should strengthening our position.'

This was greeted by a stunned silence, so Vincent Sabatini took the opportunity to begin addressing Parliament.

'In many ways, I wish I could present a totally different view of the EU from the depressing picture Mateo has painted; unfortunately, I cannot. I can only endorse his view on likely inaction on the refugee crisis, each country remains alone to deal with it. What I will say is that those countries most severely affected, that is the three of us, should collaborate and try to formulate a common approach, which would at least demonstrate to the refugees, action taken will be the same, whichever country they are in. Fair and just, within the constraints of our resources and the support of our indigenous populations, many of whom are historic migrants, or at least descended from them.

Again, similar to the situation in Spain, Italy has two regions in the process of becoming independent, Veneto and Lombardy, which like Catalonia are substantial economic powerhouses, from which the whole of Italy benefits. Many of our banks have been insolvent for a number of years and these will have to be allowed to go bust, as a consequence of the changed economic position.

I believe we too will be voting to leave the EU in the near future, reintroduce a devalued Lira, as we learn to stand on our own feet again. Initially I thought we could transform into a federal state, similar to Germany, but now see our regions are so different, we have not been a single country for all that long, and those differences are still evident. Maybe Italy will once again divide. For similar reasons, as far as I'm concerned, the dream of a united Europe is dead, we are too different, economically, politically, temperamentally, oh in so many ways.

Let me finish on an optimistic note, if Italy does decide to leave and join you and Spain in negotiating this, we will all be the better for it.'

Incessant chatter in the chamber gave no clue as to how these revelations were being perceived by those present. Discussions were taking place in hushed tones, not just within, but across the various parties represented in Parliament.

The leader of the opposition rose to speak. 'You have treated us all to an interesting insight into the troubles of other countries Prime Minister, but we still wait to hear what you are going to do, to resolve the deepening problems this country faces in the immediate future.'

'Really! I share with you problems countries far stronger than ours are facing, the difficulties they are having in getting support from the EU, and yet you ask me what I'm going to do.' Was Nikola Samolis angry response, then more calmly. 'You heard Spain and probably Italy will also be leaving the EU, so I do not propose to enter into any more discussions on the terms of our leaving, until we are joined by them. It would not surprise me if we end up discussing dissolving the EU, which will be a very different proposition from that my cabinet is dealing with at present.

My government has submitted a motion to the UN for global action on the refugee crisis. This is a different approach to that taken by France and Germany, which might have been perceived as wealthy nations trying to wash their hands of a problem, originating far from their borders. No, my initiative will be an appeal, jointly with the poorer nations of the world, from the Middle East, Africa and Asia, many of whom are dealing with far worse crises, than we are. Money will be a major stumbling block as always, but the united approach of this group of poor nations, struggling to make proper provision for their own people, let alone refugees, is the best chance we have of changing things.

In the meantime, with everything that is going on in Europe, there is a realisation among many of the refugees, Europe is not the answer to their problems. Many believe they are worse off than if they had remained in their own countries. There is a growing mood to return home, to those countries where some stability has persisted for some time, to rebuild, pick up their lives in their own communities. If the UN can be persuaded this is the real hope of many, it will increase our chances of achieving some change in the current deadlocked situation, where far too many people are suffering, whether as refugees or their hosts.

For the time being, my government is doing what it can on the economy. We are in extensive discussions with all our major creditors, for significant debt relief. There is a growing acceptance among them, that without this, their chances of receiving any repayments are extremely low. The devalued drachma is giving some life to our limited exports and has also constrained the import of those goods, which the population are gradually accepting, have to be considered luxuries. I believe there is a growing willingness to adopt a simpler life, accepting reality if you wish, as the only way we can survive and prosper in the long term. This will bring the tourists back, those who crave sun and two weeks of total relaxation, a different pace of life.

Unemployment will, unfortunately remain, high. However, I sense that our initiatives to recruit people to carry out essential work of a public nature, community service if you will, as part of the introduction of a citizens' allowance will at least provide an interest in life, a reason to get up in the morning.'

To his complete surprise, spontaneous applause broke out among all members of the Parliament.

Lucy Robertson's cottage.

'Where are you phoning from Lucy?' Tracey Simpson was speaking quietly, unsure if the line into GCHQ was secure. 'System hasn't pinpointed your location yet.'

'I'm back at the cottage Tracey, usual scrambling and security in place. Is there a problem?'

'Not now, we have you working on roamer while you're checking out these UDA splinter groups, need to be sure they haven't rumbled you, forcing you to make this call. We just have to run through a few security checks. Sorry, standard procedure.'

'No problem, I'm used to it after all these years. Thought one-day technology would make these redundant?'

'To be honest with you, it more or less has, but sometimes the system is too clever and confuses itself, so we go back to basics.'

Having assured Tracey, Lucy was who she claimed to be and speaking from a known, secure location, she continued.

'My next call will be to the interrogation unit in Belfast, to see if they discovered anything from those detained so far. I'm finding it easy to make contact with these splinter groups, and don't think they have any real plans. They give the impression of waiting for instruction, until then hanging around, getting more and more frustrated through lack of action.' Lucy said.

'That fits with the calls we've monitored from Fergus Coleman, current head of UDA. He's a canny operator, so we've had to take bits and pieces from a variety of calls he and his senior team make, to generate a picture of what might be going on, and I stress might.'

'Which is?'

'We now believe releasing names from the splinter groups is a smokescreen. Sacrificing nobodies to mask a plan for a major terrorist act, as a warning to the UK government of what will happen if they accede to the plan to unite Ireland.'

'Makes sense. Any indication of what action they are thinking of taking, when and where?'

'Not yet, but things appear to be speeding up, judging by the number of calls and email activity. It's a maze of muddled data which we're working our way through. Be in touch as soon as I have anything for you.'

Lucy sat for a while gazing out at the bleak Irish weather, rain again. She was pleased not to be going outside in it, even driving wouldn't be much fun in the frequent, violent showers. The last few days had been tiring and frustrating, with little information gleaned from her investigations. Ah well, better ring Belfast, see if they've had more luck.

The call confirmed what Tracey had said. Those picked up appeared to be stooges, sacrificed for the greater cause. They didn't know much, even about the group they supposedly belonged to. Not who was in charge, what plans they had, in some cases they didn't even seem to know what the UDA was all about. Most were just looking for a bit of action and would drift on if nothing happened soon.

Lucy knew Max would want an update in the next day or so; she'd nothing to tell him that he wouldn't already know from Tracey and others.

She was mulling over what to do next, when the secure line rang. It was Tracey.

'Good news and bad news Lucy.'

'Good news first, I need it.'

'Picked up a call between Fergus Coleman and Thomas Maguire.'

'What, the Irish Lord Chancellor?'

'The very same. Maguire appears to know the UDA are planning action in the South, he was trying to persuade Coleman not to do it. He was quite open that he knew the IRA would respond to any such attack, which would take Ireland back to the bad old days. Surely that was in no one's interest. Coleman agreed, but dialogue could only happen if the Irish government dropped the plan to unite Ireland. Maguire pointed out this was by no means a done deal, a lot of negotiating to take place and in the end, it may come to nothing, pleaded with him not to resort to violence to try and influence these talks.'

'And was Coleman persuaded?'

'He finished the call with – Isn't that the way we Irish do things, both North and South.'

'If that's the good news, how bad is the bad?' Lucy responded.

'Bad. We continued to monitor Coleman's next calls with interest and we think the planned attack is Galway Cathedral sometime this coming Sunday. We've been sharing information with Irish security, none of us were expecting Maguire to intervene.'

'Maybe as well he did, given us a positive lead.'

'True, Max will be in touch soon. Think you'll be working with a team from Irish security to stop the attack, real or not. Good luck Lucy.'

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'Lucy, you've met Terry Driscoll and he assures me it's the best team he has available at short notice. Names mean nothing to me but sending them across now. If they give you any stick about working with a woman, tell them to take it up with Driscoll.' Max was brief and to the point as usual.

'They're coming through now sir. Three names are familiar - I definitely worked with two of them when we foiled the suicide attempt on the Irish Prime Minister. I don't think I'll have any problems. Any idea of timing, type of attack, number involved?'

'Nothing specific and as Tracey has explained already, we've pieced together fragments of conversation, so could have got this all wrong, better safe than sorry.'

'Are we covering any other potential targets?' Lucy asked.

'No, too many, not enough time to organise and, Galway's enough speculation for one day. Although it is of concern, as we misread the UDA's initial approach, this may be a red herring too. All the Irish agents are booked into hotels in Galway, details against each of their names on the list just sent. I'll leave it to you whether to meet in one of those, your place or somewhere else nearby. You know where I am if needed, but not expecting to hear from you until Monday. Good luck.'

Lucy reflected that was the second person to say that to her in the last two hours. She expected to need it.

Galway Boats Warehouse, Fairhill Road.

Lucy had arrived early. She didn't really know if this was a sensible meeting place. It was neutral ground, she didn't want a bunch of egotistical security agents in her cottage and, any hotel was too public for her liking. The warehouse was out of the way, not used as far as she knew, but was it watched by ISS? She needed to know.

It was dark, giving her sufficient cover to get inside the building without being noticed. The locks were easy to open, typical of the whole amateurish approach of ISS. She checked herself, don't get too cocky, that's the way mistakes are made. She swept the walls and ceilings for concealed listening devices and security cameras. She'd never noticed any before, but you never know. None.

She made her way cautiously through the whole building, finishing in the room used by ISS. All clear, a final check around, then texted confirmation of the meeting place to the others.

As expected they arrived singly, each having taken a different route and parked up at least a mile away. There were eight of them and Lucy. The two she'd worked with before, Paddy O'Connor and Casey Finnegan remembered her, introduced her in glowing terms to the others. This broke the ice and enabled her to get down to business.

Each agent ran through their specialist training. Lucy was pleased with the diverse range of competences available.

'With the limited information we have, I think we may have to deal with the following scenarios.' Lucy began. 'The last known attack, attributed to UDA, or at least one of its splinter groups, was the recent bombing of the Guinness Brewery in Dublin. Therefore, it's reasonable to suppose that will be the preferred method. The Cathedral will be locked overnight until the first service at 7am, so we will sweep at 6am, having checked the perimeter thoroughly. We'll observe through each service and sweep again when all except staff have left.

The Cathedral has had threats before, so personal and bag checks will be in force. Realistically if it's a bomb, I'd expect something much bigger than can be carried in a bag used for going to Church, and the UDA haven't adopted suicide bombing as far as I'm aware. So the sweep checks of the building should cover off placed bombs, smuggled in by some other means. Local police will be on site from late Saturday afternoon, until we take over once it's dark. Sorry, forgot to mention that, it's going to be a long shift for all of us, so get plenty of sleep tonight, give the booze a miss until this is all over.

Next up, although unlikely because of logistics, rocket attack. Police will be monitoring adjacent streets for signs of vehicles capable of carry the necessary kit and, will do stop and search if required. That's the danger time for me. That may trigger them into unplanned action and, as with anything unexpected, it could go disastrously wrong for all of us, or a resounding success for them. Police will be using radio channel 2 and are briefed to alert us, if they are stopping and searching anything. Communication team, you'll have to keep one ear to that channel. If we get the call, we can only afford two of us to help police, so those nearest go, suss out and let the others know required action. It will be your call.

Vehicular attack. Can only see this happening when the congregation leave after each service. Maybe as they arrive but that's usually in dribs and drabs, so not as attractive for an attack. We are only allowing one entry and exit point to the Cathedral grounds, all the others will be closed off some distance away. That single entry/exit is narrow; vehicles could only attack once well clear of the Cathedral itself. Two of you will be stationed at where the road widens with enough firepower to stop the most determined attack. But remember we're trying to do this as unobtrusively as possible, if there is to be an attack, we want it while we're around, not scare them off only to return another day. Appreciate, extra police around, personal searches and us will be a bit of a giveaway. However, if we can keep it low profile until something kicks off, that would be great.

Drones. Tricky and unlikely to be big enough to cause real damage, just nuisance value. It will be down to the snipers to take them out. Your position gives you 360 vision, around the Cathedral, and each will only do four hour shifts, you need to be alert as you're our main eyes and ears.

Anyone want to throw something else into the ring for us to think about?'

'Bomb disposal unit on standby, I've dealt with a few IEDs but don't fancy a big bugger?' Paddy asked.

'Yes, on standby, along with fire and ambulance crews. If we find a bomb, our main activity will be evacuation and covering off the possibility it's a trick to drive people into the open, for say a rocket or some other direct attack, perhaps just plain old-fashioned gunmen.' Lucy replied.

'Staff been vetted, any suspects?' Casey raised this one.

'Again yes, they all have long service with the Cathedral and no identified association with any terrorist or political group. The choir have also been checked out, some are newcomers but nothing in their history to indicate any of them would be part of this sort of attack.

Right, if nothing else, let's go through these plans of the Cathedral, your positions and shift patterns. If you spot any gaps speak up, this is a team event, all suggestions welcome'

Galway Cathedral – Sunday 6am.

'Blimey I'm stiff after a night in this cold, damp place.' One of the team remarked to Lucy.

'Think yourself lucky you're not a sniper. Now let's get on with the first sweep of the day.' Lucy replied.

The search was thorough, although carried out with little enthusiasm. Most still coming to terms with probably a long boring day ahead, they were already tired. The arrival of early worshipers and the choir soon brought them back to reality, bags to check, the occasional personal sweep setting off a warning; all proving false alarms.

Time passed slowly and peacefully. As the 11am service was about to start, Lucy's radio came alive. The snipers had spotted two vans approaching, nothing particularly unusual, except two traveling together. Band 2 used by the police reported in. 'We've cleared these two, apparently a gas leak has been reported and these are the emergency contractors going to check it out.'

'How far away is the leak?' Lucy asked.

'Nearly two miles, why?'

'Are they taking the quickest route to the reported site?'

'Well, there are several routes they could have taken, this is probably the quietest, even on a Sunday.'

Lucy waited a few moments then contacted the snipers. 'Despite they're cleared, keep an eye on them. Are they driving slower than needed, taking pictures, looking around, more interested than might be expected?'

The snipers didn't notice the cameras clicking away in the rear of each van.

The Cathedral was much busier than Lucy had expected, forgetting church attendance in Ireland, although gradually getting smaller, hadn't fallen away as much as in England. She was concerned, this number of people leaving by the one narrow exit route, might become frustrated and attempt to leave by the others they weren't monitoring. She approached the Deacon to ask for an announcement at the end of the service, emphasising the need to stick to the marked route, accept it would take longer to leave than usual.

Just before the 3pm service the white vans reappeared. Lucy requested the snipers to be on full alert, despite the police assurance. The gas leak had proved to be a false alarm; the vans were returning to base. All the more reason to be suspicious she thought. However, despite driving slowly again, nothing happened.

The day wore on, with a few complaints from some of the congregation about the length of time arriving and leaving took. Some of the choir had protested about being subjected to a search every time they had returned to the cathedral. Lucy recognised her team were not as thorough in their repetitive searches of the building, as they had been. Lucy accepted the whole process was winding down, her attempts to encourage the team to remain alert, ready for anything, was increasingly falling on deaf ears. They were all tired, it had been a long day and it was far from over.

Just before 6pm, the snipers reported in.

'Looks like a number of motorbikes heading our way. Can see at least four, each carrying a pillion passenger. They're trial type bikes, light and manoeuvrable, unusual for city use. Jesus, the pillion passengers on the first two bikes are definitely carrying automatic weapons. The ones behind, can't make out. They've carriers on the side of the bikes which are full of something. Rocket launchers, they're holding small rocket launchers!'

'Take them down', Lucy yelled. 'Aim for the passengers first, they're the ones with fire power. Any others approaching?'

'Yes! We've taken two down. They've split up riding in different directions, the rocket launchers are taking up positions. Hit one of those, but they've seen where we are firing from and have hunkered down where we can't get a direct line of fire.'

'Advise the team of target locations, those nearest to attack immediately, shoot to kill protocol adopted.' Lucy shouted. 'The rocket launchers are the priority and are less mobile.'

The sound of automatic fire drowned out her next words. She ran back into the Cathedral, shouting. 'We're under attack from terrorists, the safest place is to remain crouched in your pews. Do not attempt to leave until I give the all clear. I repeat do not attempt to leave. Two of my team will cover the entrances to the Cathedral. Please do not panic, some of the terrorists have already been immobilised and if you remain calm, we'll soon have everything under control.'

'Update, give me an update for Christ's sake, anyone!' She shouted into her radio, crouched outside the East Entrance.

'Engaging with three targets on West side.' Paddy's voice sounded calm. 'Rocket launchers taken down, dealing with automatic fire.'

'We've come back in from the Cathedral exit watch post. Told the police to stay away unless they're from the armed unit. Targets didn't expect us from this direction, two taken out.' Casey Finnegan sounded remarkable calm.

'Snipers, any idea how many there were?' Lucy again.

'Ten maybe twelve, max of six bikes.'

'So still five, six on the loose?'

'Make that one less now and the other two on my side are pinned down. Firing erratically, they'll be out of ammo soon.' Paddy reported.

Casey joined in. 'One casualty on our side, serious shoulder wound. As soon as it's safe to bring in the ambulance, he's a priority. One of theirs down and can see another hiding among bushes. Looks like he may be preparing to launch a rocket.'

'See him, I've got a clear shot.' One of the snipers reported. 'He's hit, but still mobile coming into the open about now.'

Casey's weapon released a small burst and the target fell heavily to the ground, there he remained, motionless.

The sound of a grenade going off caused everyone to freeze.

Paddy broke the silence, 'not sure what that one was trying to do. From the mess looks like he fell on his own grenade, not much left. Caused some injury to his mate, moving in now.'

'Paddy, your team to do a full sweep around the Cathedral, gradually working outwards until we're sure all secure. Snipers watch for any sign of attack as they go around. Others stay in position, and report situation on targets you first eyeballed. No one is to come out of the Cathedral until Paddy gives the all clear. Confirm.'

Thirty minutes later, the first of a shocked congregation emerged from the Cathedral and left as directed by police. Three ambulances had arrived on the scene and attended to those injured in the short battle. Several of the congregation were undergoing treatment for shock, four with suspected heart attacks.

Two hours later Lucy was on the secure line to Max, ignoring his request to contact him on Monday.

Cobra Meeting Whitehall, London \- Monday late afternoon.

Sarah Crosby opened the meeting by asking Max Murray to provide a brief summary of the events in Ireland over the weekend.

'Thank you, Prime Minister.' Max began in his usual ponderous style. 'I'll start with a bit of background, if I may.' Some around the table raised their eyebrows at the prospect of yet another Max monologue.

He recounted the work being done on UDA activity, particularly their willingness to provide information on the more hardcore splinter groups. How Fergus Coleman had sucked them into believing he was adopting a wait and see stance, before initiating any terrorist action. Having admitted MI6 had got this wrong, he went on to describe the attempted attack in Galway, and the part the Irish security forces had played in limiting this to a few minor injuries, no structural damage to the Cathedral.

He went on to say. 'It's not my place to advise the course of action the government should adopt, but I urge you to consider this with the highest priority. If the decision is to progress a united Ireland, allowing a referendum, we need to step up our monitoring of any group, not just the UDA, which might carry out violent attacks to dissuade the government from this. On the other hand, if the decision is to refuse to progress the proposal from the Irish government, it's the IRA and its various affiliates we will have to guard against. If any of their actions should succeed in the North, or the English mainland, we can expect some response from the UDA. Either way, this could get very messy, not easy for MI5, MI6 and the Irish NSIS to keep a lid on.'

'We have a meeting of the full Cabinet scheduled tomorrow, I agree it's essential we make a recommendation to them on this matter, hopefully with the unanimous support of Cobra.' Sarah Crosby began.

'Earlier today I discussed this at length with my five senior cabinet ministers, three of whom are part of this meeting - Foreign Secretary Colin Taylor, Defence Secretary Judy Chandler and Home Secretary Sebastian Penn. The other two, Chancellor of the Exchequer Helen Haworth and Secretary of State for Justice Chris Daley, are supportive of the position I propose we take.

I'm sure none of you need reminding that it is little more than a century ago, that Ireland was partitioned and like a lot of historical decisions, for example the Treaty of Versailles, would benefit from review with the passage of time. We need to recognise that Sein Fein is a major political force in both the North and South, demonstrating there is considerable support within the general population, for a united Ireland. Religion is not the force it once was, church attendance continues to fall, as it does in the United Kingdom as a whole. Some of the entrenched positions of both the Catholic and Protestant churches, and attitudes to matters of social importance, such as gay marriage and abortion, have changed considerably. Perhaps we can foresee a time when Ireland becomes a secular country, with religion not the influence it has been on politics in the past.

Stormont is still at an impasse; power sharing has not been effective for some years. In many ways, this feels as if Northern Ireland should remain part of the United Kingdom, as it has operated under direct rule for so long. However, I find this is not the view of the major parties in the North. It seems there is considerable support to reunite. They have discussed this with the Irish Taoiseach, and Seamus did take notice of this mood, before risking his career on the proposal to reunite.

Turning to the economy, Eire remains in the EU and there was a majority in favour of remaining, by voters in the North. The border with Eire, as part of the EU, has not been satisfactorily resolved. Recent events have shown this is becoming a route for migrants, terrorists and contraband, to find their way into our mainland. Without introducing a hard border between North and South, enforcing this with comprehensive Customs, Immigration and Police facilities, I cannot see how this can ever be resolved, however good the relations between Eire and ourselves are, in time I can only see these deteriorating.

I therefore seek your unanimous support to recommend to the full Cabinet that the British Government will support a united Ireland and call a referendum accordingly.'

After a brief discussion this was endorsed.

'Max, I'll be in touch after Cabinet tomorrow to confirm the way forward, so you and your colleagues in MI5 can beginning planning the security necessary for this new chapter in our long history.'

Southern Saudi Arabia.

Kassim was pleased with progress, no hold ups so far and they were near the Yemen border. A couple of military checkpoints had stopped them, taken a cursory look at the paperwork and waved them on. Police had saluted them as they passed through a number of towns, leaving Kassim feeling more relaxed as their journey continued.

When they turned off the main road, to head deeper into the mountains, the tension returned. The ambush point was less than five miles ahead. He began preparations, to ensure he would escape injury in the initial attack. It was planned to be over quickly. If possible, Kassim wanted to avoid any of the contractor's drivers and support team being killed. They would be unlikely to put up much resistance, although they operated under the military's control, they weren't trained soldiers. Captured, held for a few days, then allowed to escape, to tell the story of how Al Qaeda ambushed them, took control of the lorries and the weapons they were carrying.

His satellite phone rang three times, then stopped; the signal the attack was imminent. He surveyed the road ahead, it curled around the side of the low mountain range just visible in the fading light. A flash of light made him jump, as a rocket grenade sped across the road in front of the lead lorry and exploded harmlessly into the rocky mountain.

The lead lorry, braked at the sight of the rocket and then accelerated hard, the others following close behind. This prompted a burst of automatic fire from the hidden ambushers. Kassim heard the bullets ricochet off the side of the vehicles and the weapons they were carrying, unlikely to have caused much damage. He had to slow the convoy down or the attackers would use more powerful weapons to achieve the planned result, with the risk of serious damage to the cargo.

Suddenly, the lead lorry veered across the road onto the verge. The attackers had the same thought as Kassim, the driver had been shot, causing him to lose control. The relief driver in the cab grabbed the steering wheel but it was difficult to move with his dead companion slumped across it. As the lorry slowed under its own inertia, he was able to push the driver hard against the door and move the wheel. The lorry was still moving too fast to take the next bend safely, the relief driver attempted to reach the brake pedal. He couldn't stretch far enough and his efforts to pull the handbrake on, while attempting to steer, were futile. He swung the wheel as far as he could to negotiate the bend, the lorry ran once more onto the soft roadside and began to jack-knife back across the road.

Kassim watched in horror as the rear wheels hit solid rock and rose into the air, surely it was too heavy to turn over. The lorry bounced along the road with the tractor unit twisted back against the long trailer, giving the impression of an intimate but deadly dance.

Bullets continued to hit other vehicles, easy targets now as they slowed at the sight of the lead lorry's dance. Suddenly, it came to a stop, effectively blocking the road, the others lined up behind it. The rear lorry contemplated reversing to escape, but the road was too narrow to allow the manoeuvre.

Why were the attackers still firing? Live ammunition, they weren't supposed to be using live ammunition after the initial attack. The convoy had come to a halt, the men and cargo would be damaged if this went on. Kassim was in a quandary, he'd no idea how to stop them. Even if he could, it would risk exposing his part in all this, which could potentially alert the authorities to Omar's part in what would follow.

Soon the firing was merely aimlessly into the air, the usual celebration of victory, as the Al Qaeda men came from their hiding places, advancing on the stationary lorries. They were forcing the men from the lorries, anyone resisting was shot, no mercy was shown. Kassim pressed the buttons on his satellite phone, desperate to make contact with the leader of this ruthless group. Although he was only one of three in the convoy wearing the traditional thobe, and his was the only yellow one, he wasn't convinced the advancing men would recognise this, in the gathering dark. Anyway, they were too fired up, he'd just have to surrender like the rest were doing, having recognised any form of resistance was pointless.

He was pulled roughly from the passenger seat of the high cab, landing heavily on the rocky ground. The satellite phone fell from his hand and was picked up by one of the armed men. He held it above his head, shouting excitedly, while others concentrated their weapons on his crumpled form. Kassim began to pray, mumbling fervently to himself, fearing the worst.

'Leave that one to me.' A commanding voice echoed around the rocky ravine. 'Secure the others and get to work unblocking the road.'

To his relief the men did as they were told, bodies dragged from vehicles and the survivors' wrists bound with cable ties. The commander stood over Kassim, urging him to his feet with a prod from an automatic rifle.

'Kassim I assume?' Kassim nodded. 'I will bind your wrists, for the time being you will be treated exactly the same as the other prisoners. Only my number two and me know who you are, and we can't disclose this to the others. You will have to put up with their humiliating actions, but I assure you the killing is over, even so, the immediate future may not be pleasant. We will engineer an escape, with you as its leader, some will have to be killed to make it realistic. I'm sure you understand?'

Kassim didn't but wasn't going to say so. He was already thinking of the probable brutality over the next few days, as the convoy moved further towards the border, in readiness for the onslaught on Harad.

'It's important your attack is co-ordinated with the one ISIS is to make on Daraa in Syria.' Kassim began. 'I assume you know that?'

'No, we don't know what ISIS are planning and don't care, we have our own agenda.'

Kassim recognised he was in a tricky position. 'Assume you have the contact details which set all this up?'

'Of course, we liaised over this attack on the convoy.'

'Please check with that contact what I have just told you. It's important.'

'It will have to wait, have to deal with things here first, get that lead lorry back on the road and then head for our camp. Once there, maybe time will permit.'

Kassim nodded but was relieved to hear his satellite phone ring four times, stop and then ring four times again. The leader looked at it but didn't answer. Kassim knew that the attack on Mustafa's convoy in the North had been successful; ISIS had control.

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The journey to the Al Qaeda camp was uneventful but unpleasant. The bound men were thrust into any available space alongside the weapons on the lorries and tied to them. The night air was cold and by the time they arrived, all were frozen, tired and hungry.

They were led into a large cave, tied back to back and left. No food, drink or warmth was offered. Several men were wailing, appealing to Allah to come to their rescue, crying for loved ones at home. The response of their captors was a rifle butt to the back of the head and a gag placed in their mouths. This resulted in instant silence, broken only by the muffled coughs of those gagging on the cloth stuffed into their mouths.

Daylight brought a breakfast of watery mush, force fed until each captive could swallow no more. Some had already relieved themselves heavily, either through necessity or fear. The group of broken men was already dirty with their own excrement and smelled appallingly in the stale air of the cave.

Later in the day the men were unbound from each other and allowed to feed themselves from a communal pot, as well as they could with their wrists still bound together. Those that dropped the meagre food were beaten and made to eat what had scattered on the ground. Kassim was in despair, he had no contact with the leader, no knowledge of whether or not contact had been made with ISIS in the North and more importantly, when this nightmare would end. This hadn't been part of Omar's plan, at least not one shared with him.

Two days passed in similar fashion, then on day three the leader appeared. The captives were unbound from each other, as they had been each day to eat. This time they were not expected to eat from the one pot, allowing them to eat in solitude if they wished. Kassim chose to do this and moved towards the entrance of the cave. The leader reacted to this, pushing him to the ground, intent on whipping him. Kassim crawled further from the rest of the group in an effort to avoid a beating. The leader grabbed him.

'Stop, we are far enough away from the others to talk. My name is Shamz, tonight we move out so that's when you escape. I'm cutting the ties, not all the way through but have hidden a knife under the rock behind you. As darkness comes, release yourself and the others, get away in the noise and commotion as we move the lorries out. If you are spotted, you will be fired upon, but I will tell my men to stop and concentrate on moving out. Some of the guards left at this camp may follow you but not far, as they know their duty lies here.'

'What about ISIS in the North have you liaised through your contact?'

'Yes, they will be moving on Daraa tonight also. The attacks will start later tomorrow depending on the progress we all make. Now get back with the others you son of a snake.' He said in an aggressive tone.

Kassim meekly complied.

The darkening sky cast shadows into cave, giving the men a last glimpse of light before the long, dark, cold night ahead of them. Kassim had been trying to break the final strands of the plastic tie for a couple of hours, at last he felt them release his aching wrists. He tried to stand, dragging the man he was tied to upright also.

'Hurry, I'm sure the man who attacked me dropped a knife, and I didn't see him pick it up again.'

They moved quickly to the rock, Kassim was relieved to find it was still there. He cut their bonds and directed the man to release the others, while he approached the mouth of the cave. Before he reached it, he heard the laboured start of the big lorry engines, breathing reluctantly into life. Lights from the vehicles illuminated the entrance to the cave, he pulled back to avoid being seen. Others crowded behind him, eager to escape, sucking the refreshing air being gently blown into the cave by the cooling night wind. Kassim pushed them back, they couldn't risk being seen before even leaving the cave.

The lorry's lights moved on, accompanied by loud grinding from the gears, as it moved slowly towards the exit from the compound. Kassim moved forward, until he could see the activity around the lorries. Some getting ready to follow the one already on the move, others still having their loads secured, others waiting to be loaded. This didn't look like a speedy process in the confined area of the compound. Now was as good a time as any. He spoke hurriedly to the men gathered around him.

'Leave in small groups, don't move out when the lorry lights are illuminating the area around the cave. Don't just run blindly away. Give your eyes time to adjust to the light outside. Take in the scene around you, select a route where there are least men. Pause frequently to ensure you are not seen. If you are seen, try to move in a different direction from other groups, to avoid us all being recaptured, or at worse shot.'

He gestured for the first three men to leave, thirty seconds later another three. Then a pause as a heavily laden lorry lumbered past the entrance to the cave. Soon all twenty-two men were out of the cave, seeking an escape from their nightmare.

Progress was slow, a couple of groups had caught up with the group ahead and agreed they had to give time to separate again. One group had gone too close to where a lorry was still being loaded and were now crawling slowly away into the darkness. They were having to stick close to the track the lorries were using, as they didn't know if there was another way out. Every time a lorry approached, each group huddled low, using whatever cover they could to avoid being seen.

Kassim took his time, choosing to be the last to leave, and deliberately on his own. He climbed high to get a better view of the scene below. He was concerned that soon all the lorries would have left, and the camp would be silent again. This would make their escape easier to detect, as any noise would certain to be heard. He saw others had realised this too and had increased the speed of their progress. They too were climbing higher, seeking a route out above the track, as dust from the movement of the lorries added to the difficulty of choosing a safe route.

A shot rang out, accompanied by a cry of alarm. Men stopped loading the remaining lorries and ran to retrieve their own weapons. More shots and a shout indicating one maybe two had been hit. The orderly escape was now turning into chaos, as men ran away from the shots, seeking cover. A voice penetrated above all other sounds.

'Leave them to the guards to round up, finish loading your lorries, so we can join the others. Our task lies ahead of us; these men can do nothing to stop us now.' Shamz had remained true to his word and his men returned to their tasks, to get the lorries underway.

More shots echoed into the night but Kassim felt sure most would have escaped safely. This was confirmed as bedraggled, filthy groups made their way into the nearest village, a few hours later.

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Around the same time, the lorries made their way over the heavily rutted track, across the border into Yemen. There was no border control here, but there was now a greater risk of being seen by someone who might alert others they were coming. Not much could be done about that, apart from kill everyone they saw on the journey ahead; man, woman, or child. Shamz had made contact with other groups already in Yemen, urging them to join the convoy, initially giving the impression of withdrawal, before returning in force.

Soon the roads improved, and progress was better than expected. Shamz decided to rest up at the hottest part of the day. He wanted his men as fresh as possible for the attack later on. In a remote area, some 50 miles from Harad, he found a suitable place. The area was large enough to park up well away from the road, trees and low hills at the end of the mountain range gave some cover from prying eyes. A small stream ran gently through the rocks, giving his men the chance to refresh and clean up after the last few days of intensive training.

Reluctantly he gave the order to continue. Even after all these years of fighting and killing he could still enjoy the tranquillity of nature and gave thanks to Allah before leaving.

They setup position on the outskirts of Harad late in the day, as the light was being to fade. The town seemed quiet, totally unaware of their presence or murderous intent. He'd been given the location of the main Houthis strongholds, so began setting up the advanced mobile ground to air missiles. Only two were part of the convoy but, in his view, they were unnecessary for his purpose. Existing rocket launchers would achieve the same end, and his men were familiar with them, so he'd brought a few along as backup.

The armoured vehicles were offloaded and once again he marvelled at their manoeuvrability, as he had when his men practised with them, in the confines of the camp. These vehicles would mop up any escaping the rocket attacks.

His men had donned the new personnel protection kit before leaving the resting place. As long as this did what was claimed, moving through the town to pick off stragglers should be child's play.

He gave the signal for the first missiles to be fired, co-ordinates had been careful set and the evil bearers of death, flashed from the mouths of the launchers, he watched the trajectory, judging it to be a little high for the targets he'd set. However, he'd deliberately selected ones at the centre of the area controlled by the Houthis, so small errors shouldn't matter.

He turned towards the armoured vehicles, but cries of alarm made him look back. The missiles had changed course through 180 degrees and were now heading straight back from where they had been launched, exploding into the launchers damaging them and the backup old style ones, intended for use in the event of problems.

The resulting explosion knocked Shamz from his feet, he was showered in bits of metal and flesh. Scrambling to escape the horror that engulfed him, he quickly recovered and screamed at the armoured cars to advance on the city. As soon as they were under way, he ordered the rest of his men to set off in groups of two, kill anyone they encountered. The men looked shocked by what had happened, but his incessant screaming forced them to set off on their deadly mission.

The armoured cars progressed slowly through the deserted streets, the occupants fearing an attack, as the element of surprise had passed. It was becoming darker, houses showing no sign of light and with no street lights, the only illumination was that from the vehicles' headlights, making them an easy target. A flash ahead announced the imminent arrival of a rocket. It was too high and exploded harmlessly in an area of waste ground. The next one found its target and the vehicle rose visibly off the ground with the force of the impact, but to the relief of those inside, the improved armour plating was not pierced, absorbing the resultant explosion. The noise inside the vehicle was deafening, men clutched their heads in agony, as wave after wave of vibration shook their very being.

The other vehicles in the attack force, were focused on the area of the enemy's rocket launchers and accelerated towards it, spreading out in the maze of streets surrounding the location. The first vehicle to see the rocket launchers quickly swivelled the computer-controlled gun towards them, took aim and fired. Instead of the expected recoil from the gun, the barrel rose higher and higher and swivelled to the left, then the gun fired, sending its charge far away from the intended target. Another armoured car appeared and took aim towards the rocket launchers, with a similar result, only this time the gun barrel went down towards the ground before firing, throwing the vehicle onto its side.

The Houthis need no second invitation to aim at the approaching vehicles, rockets smashed into the armoured plating, eventually knocking out the drivetrains, leaving the highly sophisticated armoured cars, motionless and ineffective. Men raced towards the stranded vehicles, prised open the hatches, and despatched the already shaken occupants with a series of grenades.

Meanwhile, the rest of the Al Qaeda men on foot, were advancing slowly through the rubble of the town, reflecting years of war. Most civilians had been driven out by the attacks on this Houthis stronghold. To protect their positions, many of the areas reduced to rubble were mined, to deter attacks such as that taking place. The advancing men were confident their personal protection kit would identify and protect them from the mines. They were wrong, the kit identified the location of a mine but taking two steps away from it, triggered the firing mechanism while they were still close enough to be severely injured. Soon four men lay writhing in agony on the ground, the others hesitated then broke into a run, back towards the lorries, hoping to make an escape.

The first to appear were met by automatic fire from Shamz, determined to force them back on the attack. The rest immediately fell to the ground, pleading for no more shooting. Shamz walked towards them stopping a short distance away, listening to their incessant jabbering. It took a while to make sense of what they were saying, but the appearance of Houthis pickup trucks with mounted machine guns soon made things clear. The attack had failed, the highly prized new weapons hadn't given them any advantage, they were flawed or deliberately sabotaged. Shamz ordered his men to open fire on the pickups, keeping them at bay as they retreated to the smaller lorries and potential escape.

Just after three in the morning, Shamz, two lorries and twelve men crossed the border back into Saudi Arabia and headed for their camp. He was not looking forward to reporting on the outcome of his mission. During the journey, he frequently wondered if the failure of the new weapons provided specifically for this attack, would be believed.

The attack on Daraa by ISIS had suffered a similar fate. A few stragglers had managed to reach an ISIS camp within Syria, breaking the news of the failed weapons to a disbelieving audience.

A few days later, senior commanders of Al Qaeda and ISIS were in contact, discussing among other things the failed attacks on Harad and Daraa. The Houthis had posted pictures of the destroyed vehicles, dead bodies and captured kit on their websites. The Syrian government had included similar pictures in its media reports of the attack at Daraa. Iran had denounced both attacks as further evidence of the Saudis providing terrorists with weapons, which the Saudis rigorously denied. With this additional evidence, the commanders accepted faulty weaponry was the reason for the failed attacks, not the cowardice of the attackers. They concluded that Omar El-Hashem had some explaining to do.

# Chapter 10

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# Where does it End?

CIA HQ, Langley.

'Chuck, we are in a hell of a mess with the Saudis.' Don Newman was spitting fury down the secure line to Davidson's office. 'They are convinced all consignments have been sabotaged, not only that, we've supplied terrorist groups with the same weapons. This has really annoyed them, as it's something they have been trying to convince the world they don't do for years now. They are ripping up the contract as we speak and talking about suing Consolidated and Cyber for millions.'

'I hear you loud and clear Don, do you accept they didn't supply Al Qaeda and ISIS, or are they just kicking up a storm as things turned out bad for them, because of the sabotage? After all, we're sure they used to supply and fund terrorist groups, as and when it suited them. We all acknowledge they have been improving many aspects of the way the Kingdom is ruled and works, but change takes time to be effective and they have a long list. Maybe this is one they haven't got around to yet?'

'I take your point Chuck. However, don't forget we did a lot of checking before we allowed Consolidated and Cyber to sign off on the contract. So, whilst it may have been someone with a power base in Saudi who fed this batch to the terrorists, I doubt it was approved or even known about at the highest level.'

'Do we know if all weapons sent have similar problems?' Chuck asked.

'Consolidated and Cyber are knee deep in investigating this and have sent some technical guys to Saudi, so we'll know for sure in a couple of days. In the meantime, I'd like you to ensure we grab as many of the local Detroit Antifa members as you can. Put the frighteners on them, they seem the most likely ones behind any sabotage. Better do the same in Seattle, where Cyber are based. In fact, from the limited information I've got so far, all the problems look to be software, so maybe it's the Cyber end that's been infiltrated.'

'Certainly, I'll set that in motion as soon as we're finished on this call, but Antifa haven't done anything remotely like this so far in any of their activities. I doubt they have the technical knowledge to do this?'

'You think what you want Chuck, we have to show some action and fast. Didn't you tell me that European outfit EGC, were working with Antifa. Bet it's not beyond their capability. Anyway, enough speculation, daily updates direct to me please, can't be caught with my pants down again on this one.'

Chuck set the local CIA and FBI offices in motion as ordered, still not convinced that would throw any light on this. He decided to ring Conrad Schulz.

'Mr. Schulz, I know you're up to your eyes trying to find out what's gone wrong, so grateful for your time. Anything you can tell me at this stage. We're rounding up Antifa and EGC people in both Detroit and Seattle as instructed from on high, but I'm sceptical they're behind this. Any views?'

'Early days yet, I struggle to see how an outside organisation who we all know have been disruptive, even responsible for minor acts of sabotage, could have infiltrated our systems to effect something as complicated as this. I'll know more when the technical guys have done some checking on the rest of the consignments shipped. Maybe in a day or so. By the way, Suma Kleid is doing the same at Cyber, as it's number one priority for both of us.'

'Okay keep me in the loop, anything we can help you with at this time?'

'I can't think of any other groups who've given us grief just because of the industry we operate in, at least not recently. Perhaps the peace movements, stop the war brigade but as I say they've not troubled us.'

'We'll do a review of known groups, particularly activists with high level computer knowledge. Worth a shot, as there must be a few of those these days.'

Chuck hesitated for a moment then picked up the phone to Max Murray.

'I'm sure you can guess what I'm ringing about Max. Don Newman's very agitated, been chewing my balls off for the last half hour, suspect the Saudis put his through the wringer for even longer.'

'To be expected in the circumstances, any idea who's behind it?'

'Not so far. Don wants us to give the local Antifa group a hard time, but I don't think it's them. EGC have been sitting quietly in the background, is this something they might be capable of?'

'I don't think so. Everything they've done so far has been totally within their control, from planning through to execution, using their own teams. Of course, things haven't always gone as they planned but on the face of it this is very different. I imagine they would need someone on the inside at Consolidated or Cyber, maybe both. Then they would need to have operatives at the port in Saudi to get control on these weapons. Finally, possibly the most difficulty bit, actually dealing with Al Qaeda and ISIS to arrange supplying them. Don't believe their network extends to the Middle East, and I've heard nothing along these lines from watchers or our man on the inside. So, in my view very unlikely.'

'Had a feeling, that might be your view. Would you contact Abdullah Cham and see what he knows? You Brits have far better relations with Saudi security, than we do; been at it a lot longer.'

'Will do.'

Max Murray's Office, MI6 HQ.

Max was contemplating his call to Abdullah, when Lucy Robertson came on the line.

'Lucy, something cropped up?'

Yes sir, may be nothing, but thought it best to pass it on as soon as it came to light. I'll do more checking over the next couple of days. After the failure in Galway, the rumour among the local splinter groups is something more dramatic is being planned. To be expected, as they are keen to demonstrate uniting Ireland will not be given an easy passage by the more extreme protestant groups. The word is they're planning an assassination on the PM, Sarah Crosby, and if they don't get her, anyone in the Cabinet is a target.'

'I appreciate you letting me know Lucy, but you say rumour, how strong, hotheads shooting their mouths off?'

'That's what we thought initially. Last night Tracey tracked a phone call from one of the local groups to Fergus Coleman's office, suggesting an assassination would be a real statement. Whoever took the call didn't dismiss it out of hand, and there has been a lot of traffic following that call, which would normally indicate planning and logistics are taking place for an attack of some sort. Tracey is having the tapes analysed and summarised for you. Should be with you by the end of the day.'

'Thanks Lucy, I'll review and be in touch.'

Max doubted it would amount to much and concentrated on his next call to Abdullah Cham.

'Abdullah sorry to trouble you, as imagine you're a very busy man.'

'Correct Max, but always time for an old friend. I guess you're ringing about the problem we've had with the weapons shipment, but don't imagine you're intending to gloat at the Americans misfortune in this matter.'

'No, and cards on the table, I'm ringing at their request, hoping it will provide some leads as to what really happened. Investigations locally are underway, known agitators being questioned but we both think they're red herrings, so we need to look elsewhere. Any help you can give will be welcome.'

'I'm sure you understand that at this stage the Americans are not flavour of the month, so I'll have to treat your request with some caution. Nevertheless, let's start with the assumption this is not something the American Government intended to happen, so as a responsible State, we are keen to get to the bottom of this.'

'I totally agree with that sentiment Abdullah, so what can you tell me.'

'It's not public knowledge so far, but Prince Mahbeer is being stripped of all roles in Government, most prominent of which is his position as Regent, for the late King's son. This has not been formally announced, the Council of Ministers is concerned that such action will be seen as a return to the bad old days, power concentrated in a few hands, with increased monitoring, interference in people's lives and so on. So how best to deal with this is still under discussion, to ensure the moderates stay on side and don't turn against the House of Saud. We have discovered that both Al Qaeda and ISIS are after Omar El-Hashem and his close associates, who have fled the country, whereabouts unknown.

We've searched El-Hashem's home and although most files have been destroyed, some information on phones and computers we've recovered, throw a different light on the recent bombings of the religious buildings around the world. It's looking like he planned all this as part of some revolutionary plot. It's clear he thought the modernisation of the country had gone too far and intended to do something about it.

As you know, Omar El-Hashem brokered the deal with the American companies and was a prime mover in getting it accepted by our Defence Council. I'm guessing he would have considerable sway over the two companies, making it easier for him to arrange delivery to the terrorists. Not easy in any event but we're considering all options at this stage.'

'Interesting thought Abdullah, I'll follow up on that and let you know. Thanks.'

The transcripts from Tracey had arrived. Max read them through twice, this potential threat couldn't be ignored. His next call was to Sarah Crosby.

'Come on Max are you seriously suggesting a politically motivated action group would go that far?'

'I hesitate to remind you that some of our politicians were killed and maimed when IRA action was at its height, so yes it's entirely possible they would. I know you don't like it, but I urge you to recommend to fellow Cobra members we raise the security level to critical with immediate effect. This will enable us to increase security checks, fit you all out with bullet proof vests and so on. I also intend to increase your personal protection team. I'll deal with Cobra, as long as I can report my action has your backing.'

'Very well, but as soon as you get intelligence demonstrating this is most unlikely to happen, I want the security level back down to severe, pronto. Understood?'

Max's next call was to John Holden. 'New challenge John, I'm putting you in temporary charge of the PM's personal protection team. I'll clear it with MI5 and Counter Terrorism branch of the Police. Lucy Robertson can fill you in as to why.'

Holden groaned as he ended the call. Not quickly enough, Max heard him and allowed himself a wry smile.

Hotel in Dubai.

It had been a tortuous journey. The word had already spread, there was a price on Omar's head, he no longer knew who he could trust, suspicious of everyone. Each contact along the way had to be approached with care. Twice he had nearly fallen into the trap set for his capture, both his so-called allies paid with their lives.

Omar nervously checked the room for bugs, surely they couldn't have anticipated him ending up here. He'd never used this hotel before, way below his usual standard, but a safe haven?

He showered for longer than was necessary to remove the dust and grime from his overland journey. Desert, mountains, it had been slow going but necessary to avoid being detected by the authorities, and his former terrorist friends.

He switched on the news, still wrapped in towels and gazed blankly at the screen. Slowly his brain began to function, planning his next moves, how long would he have to live this secret life?

Sometime later he felt in better spirits, the trauma of the last few days gradually receding, now he'd been able to think clearly and plan for the future. With that clearer in his mind, his next priority was revenge.

Alex Jennings picked up the call on Omar's third attempt. 'Omar, wasn't expecting to hear from you, where are you?'

'Somewhere safe for the time being Alex, how about you? Is this call secure?'

'As you said last time we spoke, I've been lying low, constantly changing location, checking for any sign of a tail.'

'Good, I have some work for you. Urgent.'

'Not certain I'll want to do it Omar, at least not until things quieten down a bit. There's been a number of arrests of Antifa activists in Detroit and Seattle, so I'll want to steer clear of those cities.'

'That's unfortunate, as the work is in those locations. I want Conrad Schulz and Suma Kleid dead.'

'That's a job for a trained assassin Omar, I'm a bomb maker.'

'Then bomb them, I don't care how they die.'

'I need time to plan this, find out the places where they are most vulnerable. It will take time.'

'Alex, my friend, I said this was urgent. You don't want to spend the next few weeks looking over your shoulder, waiting for a tap from the authorities or a knife in the back, do you? Do this and you can get out of the US to somewhere safer.'

'I don't like being threatened Omar, I can make a really bad enemy.'

'I appreciate that Alex, let me help you. I can tell you where Schulz is most vulnerable, so that will make that one easy for you. Suma is a home loving family man, so his home is the obvious target. I'll ring again later this week and trust you will have some good news for me.'

Cyber Security Services HQ, Seattle.

Conrad Schulz was late and annoyed. The flight from Detroit had been delayed, giving him more time to think over all he knew about the problems with the contract. It was approaching 4pm when he arrived at Suma's office and came straight to the point.

'Our internal investigations have revealed nothing so far Suma, nothing that could account for the malfunctioning we've been advised of. The FBI have picked up a number of Antifa activists and initial reports, made available to us so far, don't give any indication they had anything to do with this. Moreover, they just don't have the necessary competence to carry out something like this. Our technical people are sure it's the software that's caused this. Every product comes to Cyber before consignment, so what have your investigations revealed? What about the work being done on the products in Saudi, what's that shown up?'

'Nothing of significance Conrad, a few areas that we would ideally improve but ....'

'Don't give me that Suma, time to come clean, someone tampered with the software at your company resulting in these malfunctions. What's going on, what or who are you hiding?'

'Alright, but before I come to that, tell me why you agreed so readily to the small consignment to be delivered to Omar's specific instructions?'

'We talked about that Suma, you agreed, with his status in the Army it wasn't an issue.'

'Agreed, but at that time I didn't know what he was planning to do with the consignment, I assumed it would be used by the Saudi armed forces, not supplied to ruthless terrorists. So, tell me what hold has he got on you?'

'Nothing, like you I didn't think the request particularly unusual.'

'You may not have done, but think you were unduly influenced to go along with it, because he knows about you and Lauren perhaps?'

'I don't know what you mean.' Conrad said indignantly.

'Oh, come on Conrad, we all know and that makes you vulnerable.'

There was an uneasy silence between them, then Suma spoke again.

'Just wanted to confirm that, although it's not that significant to my plan. As I said, I assumed the Saudi army would be using Omar's consignment, in some flamboyant display, resulting in many deaths and injuries, giving them a serious message. More importantly it would be damaging to you and your company as the main supplier.'

'Why Suma, it affects you and your company just as much?'

'Probably, but that's a risk I was prepared to take. Tell me about your family?'

'What's to tell, we're American citizens. Dad was with NASA, on a secondment from the university where he worked. He liked it and was offered something permanent, so we emigrated from Germany when I was eight. My wife's family also came over from Germany, we meet at High School, married, had kids, same as many others.'

'And your grandparents?'

'What's this got to do with problems with the consignment? We're just wasting time.'

'Indulge me, then I'll explain.'

'I don't really remember much about them. I recall my dad said his father had some administrative role within the Nazi party, didn't see any action; grandma was a housewife as far as I know. My wife's grandfather was killed in action in Italy and after that her grandma worked in an office. That's about all I know.'

'I'm afraid Conrad, you were misinformed. Your grandfather was in the SS and played quite a role in the exterminations at Dachau.'

'That can't be true, how do you know?'

'Because the people I work with spend a lot of time and effort in tracking down such men.'

'But I'm certain he died many years ago. My father went to his funeral, so what's of particular interest now?'

'My grandparents and their close family were at Dachau, sixteen of them in all, only one survived'

'I'm sorry to hear that Suma, but surely you don't hold a grudge against me. I wasn't born until years after the war ended.'

'But you bear his genes, you're a direct connection to the reason I lost my family. I couldn't believe my luck when this contract thrust our two companies together. An opportunity for belated revenge, someone has to pay and that someone is you.'

'That's not logical or fair Suma, your actions could bring down my company, thousands of people could lose their jobs. Why take it out on them?'

'Your grandfather didn't think about others when he had power over their lives, I'm taking a leaf out of his book.'

'Well what about your company and you.'

'A short-term hiccup. I'm confident Cyber will thrive in the long run. The Saudi contract is nothing like as big a deal for us, as it is for Consolidated. Cyber security and protection work is a rapidly growing field, many opportunities, and we're very good at it. Of course I'll resign, taking full responsibility, this will help restore faith in the company. I've already got opportunities back in Israel, I'll survive and my family, which is more than can be said about yours, once the story of you and Lauren gets out.'

'You bastard. I can't believe your prepared to make this sacrifice, go through this elaborate plan, as revenge for events which happened eighty years ago. You're a sick man Suma.'

'I'm afraid your opinion is of no consequence to me Conrad. All faiths carry grudges much longer than appears sensible or practical, to those not directly involved. You've moved on, but history has a habit of repeating itself. Different times, different generations but the same old stories keep recurring, as you will soon find out.'

'Who else knows about this?'

'No one yet. Abraham Levi might have his suspicions, which will be confirmed when you tell all this to the FBI.'

'You don't intend to stop me leaving then, no gory death planned?'

'Don't be ridiculous Conrad, that won't be necessary; death by a thousand accusations suits me fine. You know your way out.'

Consolidated Industries Office, Detroit.

Conrad was still fuming on arriving at the office the next morning. He set about listing all the alternatives available to him and the company, to extract both from the increasing mess he now faced. He did not find the task easy, spending most of the day and night reviewing the options.

He'd summoned an emergency Board meeting for the next day. He waited until everyone was present before joining them. He still barely concealed his anger at what had happened, not totally capable of rational thought. Yet underneath it all he was frightened, knew he was ruined in both his professional and private life.

He gave them the gist of his meeting with Suma and waited for the immediate shock of this to pass before continuing.

'Bad news I know, and I'm sorry my personal background has led to this situation. Not something I was aware of until yesterday, I assure you.'

Murmurings of sympathy briefly emanated from the room, but most were thinking of their own futures, not daring to raise this yet.

'Anticipating that you all want to know what the hell we can do about this and where do we go from here, I've asked Don Newman to ring in as soon as he can. I've told him about Suma, so he can feed that into the other information he's gathered on all this. He will have the best view of our contractual relationship with the Saudis, what that means now and in the future, assuming there is one.'

Robert Faulkner was the first to speak. 'Have you contacted the FBI yet? Would you like me to do it Conrad?'

'Probably best you do it Robert. You've got the contacts and we might get some brownie points from Antifa, as their members will be off the hook. Let's try to get some good news out of all this, might help us survive a bit longer.

While we're waiting for Don Newman, I suggest we go through our other contracts and make initial decisions on those we are certain will continue, those that might and those that definitely won't. We need to assess production schedules and cash flow urgently, and we have to start somewhere'

Don Newman rang while they were still going through this process.

'None of you will be surprised to learn that the Saudis want out of the contract. They're determined to go back to the Brits, source they know and trust. However, they won't be looking for penalties or damages. The fact that a senior member of their Defence Council was able to divert the arms to terrorist organisations, has persuaded them to tread softly, very softly. They emphasise this was not supported by any member of the governing Council of Ministers, those responsible have or will pay for their actions.

Turning to the future for the products, US forces will retrial them, just to be sure they are not fundamentally flawed. You know we are impressed by them and consider they will be valuable in the various areas of conflict where we provide assistance, particularly the continuing battles with terrorist groups. I'm confident you will receive orders from us, but not for some months, so how's your cash flow? We need to be certain you're a viable business.'

'We were going through that when you rang, we'll update you at our next meeting if that suits?' Conrad responded.

'Fine, the other big area of concern is your security systems. We will be going through them with a fine-tooth comb, so brace yourselves.'

'That's to be expected but we're confident all the current problems are with Cyber.'

'Ah yes, first question, is there any way you can do without them, or find someone else?' Don asked.

'Not in the short term, and even in the longer term, as they are the best in the business. Assume you'll be checking their security as well, including their management.'

'Certainly, and will pay particular attention to the directors and senior managers after what's happened. Same as we will with you, no surprises there I trust?'

Conrad winced, momentarily, but accepted this was inevitable.

'Think that's all I can usefully tell you for the moment. I'll setup a meeting to advance all this and go through your finances.'

Newman's brief had changed the mood in the room, optimism was beginning to creep in.

'Let's not get ahead of ourselves, we need to see if we can survive long enough to be around when the Pentagon is prepared to place an order, and those security checks will be no ball of fun. Robert, assume you can make sure we're as good as we can be on that front. Now back to the review of our business.'

After the meeting, Conrad rang through for Lauren. 'Looks like a few weeks of long days and nights but after the last couple of days, think I'll pack up early tonight, care to join me?'

'Sure, I'll book the usual.'

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Later that day, they followed their usual procedure and arrived separately a good half hour apart. They exchanged a brief embrace in their usual suite, before going down to dinner. Conrad was unaware he'd been followed from the office. He knew he should vary the hotel, mix things up a bit to reduce the risk of their affair coming to light. From what Suma had told him and Omar implied, it was too late for that.

Returning to their room after dinner, Conrad switched on the TV to catch the news. He kept one eye on that and the other on Lauren as she prepared for bed. He could sense the excitement at what was to come, making concentration on the news increasingly difficult. He was pleased there was nothing on the Saudis and the recent terrorist incidents, perhaps it was old news already, please God it stays that way.

'Are you coming to bed or is the television more interesting than me? Lauren stood in front of him, dressed in her briefs only, her beautiful body enticing him towards the pleasure ahead. He fumbled for the remote, eyes glued on Lauren as she turned towards the bed.

It was 2am precisely when the explosion rocked the hotel. The windows on one side of the building were blown out into the street, cascading glass onto the few late-night pedestrians below. Cars screeched to a halt, uncertain of what had happened. Emergency service sirens soon followed, as the sleeping hotel was stirred into action.

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In a different hotel, in a different part of the world, two old friends were reunited.

'Kassim, I'm pleased to see you and glad you've survived the tortuous journey. I am sorry for the indignities you've had to endure to aid our cause.'

'Are you Omar, or would you have preferred for me to be killed when Al Qaeda captured the arms? It would make covering your tracks easier if I wasn't around, wouldn't it?'

'Such nonsense Kassim, you're my right-hand man, I need your abilities and loyalty more than ever, to see us through this setback.'

'Setback! We're finished aren't we. Prince Mahbeer ejected from power, you stripped of all influence and office, where do we go from here?'

'The fight goes on Kassim, Allah will see to that, we are the true believers and our task must be completed. But come, wash and then let's eat, celebrate our being together, then we can begin planning the future.'

'What of the others, heard from any of them?'

'No, it's important they all lie low for a time, no contact until I deem it's safe to do so. We have built up a substantial network, and it must be kept intact as far as possible in the current circumstances. We will have to test it thoroughly, to discover those who have lost faith in our ability to get through this. Tell me all about what you've had to endure, as we eat.' Omar wanted to sound as sympathetic as he could, not something that came easily to such a man, with few moral scruples.

Later that evening there was a faint, but insistence knock on Omar's door. Kassim looked carefully through the spy glass, then flung the door open.

'Mustafa, I did not expect to see you for some time. I wasn't sure you had survived ISIS capture of the weapons in the North. Come in you look tired, refreshment and warm water for washing awaits you.'

Omar was not so pleased at this development. Kassim yes, he needed him, but Mustafa should be in hiding far away. The group needed to spread out, to reduce the risk of capture by whoever might be seeking them, the authorities, terrorists, and maybe others.

'I'm sorry Omar, they threaten my wife and children, I had no alternative.' Mustafa said as three armed men burst into the room.

Omar was instantly aware these were not from the authorities.

CIA Office, Detroit.

Chuck Davidson was on the phone to Troy. 'How many Antifa are you still holding?'

'Three'

'Assume you have good reasons? Connected to this Saudi business or not?'

'Two are part of our investigation into what's been going on at Consolidated. Relatively small beer but picking up so many over such a short period put the wind up some of them. Seems to have loosened a few tongues, it's looking increasingly likely these two were the main perpetrators of the acts of sabotage at the plant, going back quite a while now. We'll sweat them for as long as we can legitimately hold them, to see what we get.'

'And the third?'

'Arrogant boy, shooting his mouth off about contravening his human rights and such like. That approach always pisses my men off, so they gave him a bit of extra attention. His tune soon changed, he's a nervous boy now, think he's hiding something. Nothing to do with Consolidated but something he's anxious we don't find out about.'

'What's his name?'

'Anthony Vance, pretty sure it's his real name.'

'I'll do some checking, there's a lot of loose ends around this investigation, be good to tie a few together, if only to eliminate them.'

Chuck rang again the following morning. 'What can you tell me about that hotel explosion, early this morning.'

'Not that much at this stage. Local police are investigating; I've asked to be kept in the loop in case it has any bearing on our work. Certainly, looks like a targeted attack, but identifying the dead is quite a slow process. Hotel register not as helpful as it might have been, as management know several guests were not using their real names. Some regulars, but not his job to pry into their personal affairs. Should know more later in the day, I'll contact you if relevant.' Troy was about to ring off.

'Hang on Troy, the main reason for ringing you is Anthony Vance, definitely of interest to us. Recently visited Berlin and the Brits think he hooked up with EGC. We need to know what he was doing there.'

It was early evening on the same day, Troy was excited, waiting to be put through to Chuck Davidson.

'I'll deal with the easy bit first, when challenged about his visit to Berlin, Vance denied all knowledge at first, must be mixing him up with someone else, he'd never been there. Left him kicking his heels and had another go at him, then he couldn't stop. Confirmed he had been to Berlin, attended a meeting of EGC, main man Dieter Kohl and a few others he remembered. Anyway, the meeting was about a planned attack on the coming G7 meeting in Stockholm. The boys are still getting information on that as we speak. I'll send a full report as soon as.'

'Lucky break for us, we'll have to assume EGC will find out Vance has talked but still makes the security boys job easier, having some prior knowledge of what to expect. Hopefully kill whatever they're planning stone dead. What about the hotel bombing?'

'We're not sure who the targets really were yet, but two of the victims were Conrad Schulz and his PA Lauren King.'

'What, you are pulling my leg Troy.'

'No, it's definite.'

'Well I bet they're the target, after this fiasco with the armaments in Saudi, a lot of people are very angry. Any clues as to who's responsible?'

'No one's claimed it but guess who turned up on the CCTV the police have been trawling through. I'm amazed they spotted him, from all the faces they must see on a daily basis.'

'Okay, good job, but who?'

'Alex Jennings.'

'Sure?'

'No doubt, I've looked at it myself. Spitting image of the mug shots you circulated.'

'Christ, that confirms Schulz was the target and I bet the next one is Suma Kleid.'

'Before you go Chuck, you seen the latest stream put out by ISIS?'

'No, anything special?'

'The word is they caught up with Omar El-Hashem and two of his henchmen. All headless now but be easy to confirm its him from the pictures online.'

'I'll check that out Troy. Thanks for the update, quite a day, quite a day.'

British Parliament, Westminster.

'Well where do we stand, are we going to get this preliminary bill through? Sarah Crosby demanded of the two Whips summoned to her office for a briefing, before the debate started.

'It's going to be close, the decision to offer all members a free vote was well judged and appreciated on all sides. The downside of that is some are likely to vote how they viewed Brexit. Remainers opposing; leavers in favour, as a sensible way forward on this troublesome issue.' The senior Whip replied.

'That's depressing, minds already made up before they hear the argument. So much for democracy. What else can I expect?'

We believe Gavin Shawcross, Leader of the Opposition is going to go through the Good Friday agreement clause by clause, to demonstrate the hard work that went into achieving that and why it's still relevant today.'

'That's unfortunate, as it will drag the debate on for some time but does give me the opportunity to explain why so many aspects of the agreement warrant review today; time for a new approach.'

'Latest calculation is you should win the day, but it will be single figures.'

'How long have I got to fine tune my prepared speech?'

'I'd guess about an hour. Security is high today. It's taking some time to carry out all the checks they want. Believe John Holden wants to see you before you enter the Chamber, so please allow time for that.'

'Okay, send him through when he's ready. I'll need a few minutes after that, in case we have to consider a change of plan.'

Almost an hour later, John Holden was shown into the Prime Minister's office.

'As you know Prime Minister, we have restricted vehicular access to those carrying cabinet ministers and their opposite numbers. All have been swept for bombs and incendiary devices and found to be clear, as expected.

Although there was plenty of warning the public would not be admitted today, many have turned up absorbing more of my limited resources than planned in placating them, checking they pose no risk and so on.

All press representatives have been subjected to background checks and thorough search. Two would not have been admitted on security grounds, owing to their past allegiances with extremist groups. However, following your wishes of not wanting to be accused of restricting freedom of the press, they are in the House, closely watched by my team.

All Cabinet Members and their opposite numbers have been provided with bullet proof vests, as have the Speaker and other office holders.

Finally, a handful of Members refused to be searched. They have not been allowed in and are kicking up quite a fuss. Some of these have tenuous links with extreme organisations. Here's the list of names, no doubt as a democratic, free country, you will allow them to join the debate, but it has to be your decision, as my recommendation is to exclude them.'

'I can't do that Mr. Holden, each Member must be allowed the opportunity to hear and participate in the debate.'

'Very well Prime Minister, I'll make the call. That's all from me. We will be in the House in case needed, seen but not heard.'

'Thank you, right let battle commence.' Sarah donned her bullet proof vest. 'Quite literally in this case.' John Holden smiled as he left her office.

The Chamber was crowded, standing room only, and noisy. Sarah made her way to her seat and sat quietly mulling over the opening remarks of her prepared speech.

The Speaker called out, 'quiet please for the Prime Minister.'

The House fell silent as she rose to make her opening address, succinctly outlining the pros and cons of considering uniting Ireland again. She didn't spend much time on the history, the armed conflict, concentrating on the impact of the proposal for the majority of the population. However, she included some detail, as deemed necessary for an understanding of why the proposal was being put forward.

These were obviously considered controversial by some. Members shouting each other down, clamouring to have the last word, sometimes on an event which had taken place 40-50 years ago.

On several occasions the speaker struggled to maintain sufficient order to allow the Prime Minister to be heard. At last she was able to conclude, allowing the Leader of the Opposition to reply. As expected, he laboured through the Good Friday agreement, using it to forcefully refute many of Sarah's carefully reasoned arguments, causing uproar again.

Gavin Shawcross was summarising his position, making his final points, when the Member for Belfast East rose from his seat, shouting loudly. The Speaker called for him to sit down and remain quiet to allow Shawcross to finish. At first, the Northern Ireland MP seem to comply, then produced a revolver and aimed wildly towards the Speaker. Next, he turned on the front bench. He had fired four times before armed response shattered his shoulder with a single shot.

Uproar ensued. Holden looked for confirmation that all those Members who had refused to be searched, were covered by the armed team. He saw people bending over the prostrate forms of the Speaker, Prime Minister and Defence Secretary. Most of the others were crowding towards the exits. Holden didn't want this, for the time being they were safer in the closely guarded Chamber. He leapt on to the Speaker's Chair and shouted for order. Then he called for the press gallery to be cleared, his men ensured this was done swiftly.

He explained, the first priority was to get medical attention to those who needed it and if all remained calm, an orderly evacuation would proceed once he received confirmation the rest of the House had been checked for possible further attacks.

The medical help arrived and reviewed the injured. Thanks to the protective vests, none were seriously hurt, some bruising and bleeding around the point of impact but otherwise unharmed. The only serious injury was to the Member for Belfast East, who was taken to hospital under armed guard.

The Prime Minister recovered quickly and gathered her senior colleagues around her. Despite some opposition, she was adamant that the debate be resumed as soon as possible. Security was still in place, the main arguments had been presented, it would be folly to call a halt to proceedings now and repeat it all again in a few days. She called to the Speaker and John Holden to join them. She announced her decision. The Speaker agreed, as did John Holden if the Members who had refused to be searched, now allowed this to be done.

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The debate duly continued two hours later. Many Members wished to speak, necessitating the House sitting late into the night. At last the voting took place. The Bill to reunite Ireland had passed its first hurdle, with a majority of six.

The two Whips who'd briefed Sarah earlier looked relieved. She remarked to the Home Secretary sitting beside her. 'Close call Seb, we'll need to improve our act to get this through. It needs to progress quickly, to reduce the possibility of violent action to the minimum. We owe that to all our citizens, whether living in the United Kingdom or Ireland.'

Max Murray's Office, MI6 HQ.

Chuck Davidson was updating Max on the latest events, having reviewed all the information discussed with Troy Wells in Detroit.

'We've lost the trail on Jennings, Max, slippery bastard but guessing he's after Suma Kleid, and we know where he's heading.'

'Not so sure of that Chuck. If El-Hashem is dead, Jennings may have no incentive to continue with that line of work. He's motivated by money and action, not the cause. You say the pictures of Omar and the others are clear, no doubt its him?'

'Affirmative.'

'In which case, I suspect Jennings will have seen them and he'll be looking to save his own skin. Omar was his paymaster, no money, down tools, look for the next job. That's his style, there are plenty of Islamic terrorist groups out there who know his work, they'll be keen to talk to him.'

'Well we're confident he's still in the US, probably lying low until he can get somewhere he considers safe. Any ideas?'

'I'd say Middle East somewhere Chuck, but that gives him a lot of options. Probably a long shot, but remember he worked with the group in Ireland as part of the Westminster Abbey attack, with the current pick up in violence he might try his luck there in the short term.'

'We'll monitor those flights as well as the ones to Middle East. Might get lucky.'

'What about Kleid, you said you know where he's heading?' Max asked.

'Israel, his flight took off just before we could stop it. However, he has to change at Frankfurt. I know your relations with Europe aren't great, but I'd like to avoid a messy pickup and extended extradition process. Any chance you can help?'

'With EGC active, we still co-operate with European security operations, I'll clear it with them. Assume you want him back in the US to face charges, rather than let the Saudis process him.?'

'Ideally yes. Gather the Pentagon are still keen on the armaments Consolidated and Cyber produced, so our full understanding of what Kleid did, will be a valuable part of the validation they'll be carrying out over the next few months.'

'I'll have a chat with Abdullah Cham about that. I'm sure the Saudis are keen to talk to him but that's a one-way street to a long prison sentence at best, so Abdullah may be amenable to you having him.

Right Chuck, how long have we got until that plane touches down in Frankfurt, and how long is the stop-over?'

'Won't be there for another twelve hours Max, and then four hours before the Tel Aviv flight leaves.'

'We'll try to get him as he comes into the terminal off the Seattle flight. Easier to ship him out straight away to the UK then on to you.'

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'John, how's the PM's security looking?'

'All quiet, Sir. That Belfast MP had links to Protestant action groups going back a long way, including the Ulster Volunteer Force. Claimed all that was behind him, just as some of the Sein Fein members claim about IRA links. Lucy and team have picked up the leaders of the group involved. Tracey reports no traffic between any of the known groups and Fergus Coleman. We're not resting on our laurels but believe the immediate threat is over.

To confirm sir, he was one of the MP's who refused to be searched, and I advised the PM he should not be admitted to the House. Can't say I'm surprised she over ruled me as part of the democratic process, but perhaps lesson learned all round.'

'Duly noted John. I agree the immediate threat appears to be over, arrangements are being put in place to increase the personnel protection arrangements for the PM and other senior government officials. This is being handled by the Police liaising with MI5. Means you can step down from that role, however I have another little job for you.'

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Max decided to update Abdullah Cham. 'Abdullah, I've had word that Suma Kleid is on his way to Israel.'

'Do you know the details Max?'

'Yes, but I've also had a request to lift him and send him back to US jurisdiction. It involves co-operation from European security and I'll make sure they are happy. I'm sure you would like to get your hands on him, but I'll tell you why I think letting the Americans deal with him, will be the best solution.'

Half an hour later, Max had Abdullah's agreement, on the understanding their conversation had never taken place.

Max's next call was to Head of Europol – Pierre Berger and Head of Interpol – Gabriela Garcia. They readily agreed to co-operate on Kleid's extraction and would clear it with the German authorities.

He also passed on the preliminary information he had on the potential attack at the G7 meeting. Both agreed this was something they would build into the security arrangements. Formal meetings were already happening with the various countries' security sections including US and UK, this advanced notice should enable it to be quashed.

Max reminded them, 'I appreciate this is different to the attacks on the refugee camps, as it involves nations outside of Europe. Nevertheless, I believe you will agree more should have been done, despite the limited time, to both stop the attacks and discover more about the EGC cells. Once I'm convinced security services have done all they can to prevent the attack, this must be our main priority. Whenever we have the opportunity to learn more about any terrorist organisation, we must grasp it with both hands and devote maximum available resources to it. On that subject EGC have been active in the US, although not particularly effective, but our friends there will be very keen to close them down.'

'Max, I am sure we both accept what you say, and we must begin our planning to avert a repeat of the refugee camp situation.' Gabriela Garcia replied. 'I'll initiate action on that immediately. Any of the attendees likely to be sympathetic to the EGC cause?'

'Unlikely, but suggest you re-run the background checks on all attending, including the support staff. These events require a lot of people to make them run smoothly, so don't let us accept any last minute substitutes, regardless of how valid the reason appears to be.'

Frankfurt Airport, Germany.

Holden and his four-man team were at the airport, two hours before Kleid's flight was due to arrive from Seattle. They'd come on an RAF plane from Northolt and it was waiting to take them back.

'Right, from the maps of the airport it should be relatively easy to pick him up in the international departures area, and it's a short walk from there to the gate for our plane home. The German authorities are on board, so we can take him as soon as we get the nod from the ground staff attending the Seattle flight. I'm not aware he's being met by anyone, so should be easy enough. Let's walk it and note any potential danger areas, not as a group, don't want to draw unnecessary attention to ourselves. Do it in your own time and pace, we'll meet up again in this café in an hour.' With that John remained seated, while the first of his team set off.

The international flights area was already busy from earlier flights. Holden was concerned, this would make his job more difficult. More people, more likely Kleid would be able to appeal for help. There would always be at least one have a go hero to complicate things. All he needed was a group of hungover lads from a stag do, and his day would turn to shite in no time.

Sergeant Johnson tugged at his sleeve. 'Don't want to worry you, boss, but I've just seen a familiar face.'

'What Kleid? Where?'

'Not the target, the one seated with that small group over there.' The Sergeant pointed to a number of men seemingly with nothing to do.

'One of them is vaguely familiar, can't place him though?'

'Mossad, remember that undercover operation in Turkey about five years ago? I'm sure the one sitting down gazing at his hands is the lead we liaised with. Didn't go well as I recall, and he got very excited.'

'Maybe Mossad kicked him out after that.'

'Come on boss it didn't go that badly. Anyway, bet he's still in security of some sort. Did the Germans say they'd have men on watch?'

'No, they'll smooth the way but don't want to get involved.'

'Shall I tell the others?'

'Yes, discretely and keep away from that group, if you recognised him, might spot us, if he hasn't already.'

The number of passengers continued to grow, milling around somewhat aimlessly, killing time, waiting for their international connection. The flight from Seattle had landed, wouldn't be long now.

The four of them mulled about individually, to ensure they were not spotted as a team. Holden kept the arrival gate in view. He avoided looking towards the ground staff, as the controller was too keen to make himself known to him, in acknowledgement of he knew what to do.

The waiting was getting to his men, he sensed their agitation as the flow of passengers increased. Not going to be easy this, nothing like as easy as he originally thought; please not another mission that goes wrong.

Eventually the controller of the ground staff nodded purposefully towards Holden. John immediately turned away and pressed the button on his mobile to summon the others. Johnson was at his side in a flash.

'Got eyes on Kleid boss. Bad news is Mossad or whoever they are, are on the move as well.'

'Okay you take Simms and Jones to get in their way, assuming we're after the same man. I'll pick-up Kleid with Thompson. I'll take the shortest route to our departure gate, so need to keep them away from that if possible. We won't go without you, too messy to split up.'

Johnson updated the others on the change in plan, as Holden moved in on Kleid. A voice called out.

'Hey Holden, back off he's ours.'

The Mossad group was on the move, so was Johnson, obstructing their path by pretending to be drunk. They tried to push him out of the way and soon a full-blown fight was under way. People backed away, not wanting to get caught up in the disturbance. A cry went up, 'he's got a gun' and the crowd scattered, some diving to the floor, others hiding behind flimsy chairs and baggage trolleys.

Johnson plunged for the gun, a kick behind the knees brought him to the ground leaving the gunman standing, pointing it towards Holden and Kleid.

'Let him go or I will have to shoot you.'

Holden hesitated, his team which were supposed to keep Mossad out of the way, had been overpowered and all were held firmly on the floor. He grabbed Kleid and pulled him in front of him to act as a shield.

'I don't want him that badly, you'll run the risk of shooting him if you try to stop us.' He edged slowly forward. Careful to keep Kleid's body covering as much as his as possible. He knew he was vulnerable, as they moved, his legs and arms would be exposed to a snap shot. If Kleid struggled, it would be difficult to control him and maintain his cover.

Thompson had melted into the crowd as soon as the gunman showed his hand. He was making his way through the mainly stationery crowd, towards the Mossad agent. Holden kept talking to the man, trying to keep his attention, praying he wouldn't spot Thompson before he had the opportunity to take him out.

Suddenly a voice rang out. 'Drop the weapon, we have you covered, no escape.'

The armed, airport police had arrived on the scene. Everyone held their breath waiting for the next move. Kleid sensed an opportunity and tried to escape Holden's grip. The gunman raised the weapon to fire but thought better of it and placed it on the ground in front of him. The confrontation was over. Thompson moved quickly to kick the weapon towards an armed officer, just in case. The men holding Holden's team on the ground, released them and stood up. The Armed police kept their weapons trained on the whole group, telling them to get down on the ground.

More police arrived, led by the Inspector responsible for airport security. Holden was relieved, but it was still another hour before he was able to satisfy the Inspector who he was, and who were the genuine members of his team. Several of the Mossad men claiming they were part of the team, sent from the UK to collect Kleid from the Seattle flight.

The RAF plane reported the delay and was diverted to Gatwick, to put Kleid on the first available non- stop flight to Dulles. Johnson and Thompson would accompany him; the on-board Marshall was made aware.

As the flight took off, Holden was reporting in full to Max Murray, assuming he would need to talk to Mossad about what had happened.

Max was not looking forward to that one, so found other things to do instead. The diversion didn't last long before Itay Goldman, Head of Mossad rang.

'Where is Kleid now? Goldman began.

As Max suspected this was not going to be an easy call.

'Perhaps you can tell me what your interest in Suma Kleid is?'

'He's an Israeli citizen, who appears to have been abducted against his will by the British Secret Service, how's that for starters?'

'Why are Mossad involved, surely normal diplomatic procedure would be for your Ambassador to raise it with our Government?'

'Except we were there, and without the German police involvement, his safe transit back to Israeli would have been assured.'

'And would he remain safe once you had him?

'Is he safe now?

'Okay, let's stop playing games, I'll come clean with you if you tell me what's really going on, you first.' Max was exasperated by this cat and mouse game after a long, tiring day.

There was a long pause before Itay spoke. 'I assume you know Suma was a Mossad agent?'

'Indeed, left after his first wife was killed, to start again in the US.'

'Except he never left, not an active agent, but still one of ours, and he was coming home by prior arrangement.'

'Are you telling me you knew about his plans to sabotage those armaments. If you did, you risk an all-out war with Saudi Arabia, and the US will row back on its political support in a big way.'

'Of course not, although we are quietly pleased with the results of his efforts, we didn't know. I should have said, not active in terms of Mossad instruction but clearly had his own agenda and, taken considerable risk to implement it. We agreed to take him back, but he will be subject to many psychological tests before he returns to active status. So where is he now.'

'On his way to the US, where he will face trial for his actions and probably a long time in jail.'

'We will make representation for his extradition.'

'I really do advise against it. If the Americans get a sniff that Israeli authorities are involved in this in any way, however small, I guarantee it will have a big impact on the relationship between your two countries. I'll do my best to keep the involvement of Mossad out of this, that remains between us.'

'I hear what you say Max, I'll pass it on.'

It was the early hours of the morning when Chuck Davidson rang. 'Package received and in safe custody Max. I've offered your boys a bed for the night as a thank you. Hope that's ok with you?'

'Sure, but one night only, don't want them getting used to a soft life in the US.'

'Cheeky bugger. I've other news, we've located Jennings. He's on a flight to Belfast, arriving 6.30am your time. Travelling under the name of Alan Jefferson.'

'Seems he can't stop himself from using his own initials. I'll organise a welcoming committee. Do you know if he's being met, would like to avoid another incident like the one at Frankfurt?'

'Gee I think, you're getting old Max. A bit of action keeps your boys sharp.'

'That's as maybe, but they don't have to deal with the fallout.'

'To answer your question, from our intelligence, don't believe Jennings has any prior arrangements. Seems he's doing his usual lone wolf act, trust nobody. I'm sure you don't need me to tell you, you'll need to cover all the options on this one, or he'll just melt away.'

'Give it our best shot Chuck.'

His next call was to Lucy Robertson. The mumbled answer confirmed he'd woken her from sleep, and the lack of any other conversation indicated she was alone.

'Lucy sorry to wake you. How would you like to reacquaint yourself with Alex Jennings?'

'It would give me great pleasure sir, after what he put me through.'

'Get your team together, he's on a flight from New York to Belfast, arriving 6.30am today. The airport authorities are being informed, pictures and so on as we speak. Don't let him get away.'

The line went dead, Lucy rang into base, she wanted a team of six and preferable ones she'd worked with before. Meet at airport arrivals for briefing.

The team were all present by 5.30, an hour to go. Lucy's plan involved some of the team posing as airport officials, which meant they could be visible and armed. She had another surprise waiting for Jennings, one she hoped would make his capture straightforward with the minimum of fuss.

The plane was delayed by fog. Lucy was concerned it would be diverted to Dublin. That didn't happen, but the later arrival meant the airport was getting busier, making her job just that bit more difficult.

Jennings was spotted as soon as he left the plane, he'd picked a large family group, to tag along with, and proceeded with them to passport control. He was watched through passport control and with only carry-on baggage headed for the Nothing to Declare Customs exit.

Before he entered an officer stopped him and asked him to accompany him for a baggage search. Momentarily Jennings was worried and thought about protesting, but decided against it. Wasn't carrying anything, so best to go along with it and then go.

Two female officers were chatting as he was lead into the Something to Declare Area, placed his bag on the desk, and unzipped it. Two officers approached to begin the search, one reaching into the bag and the other remaining behind her.

'Hello again Alex, remember me?' Lucy said.

Jennings had been gazing into his bag, paying little attention to the customs officers, the girls weren't his type. He looked straight at Lucy, 'don't think we've met before, you must be mistaken. Finished with my bag?'

'I have, but not with you. I've organised your travel arrangements sir, so please come with me.'

Jennings thought about making a run for it, he was younger, fitter, he'd get away, leave the bag nothing in there worth risking capture for. He looked up to see the other girl had a service revolver pointing at his chest. Glancing behind him, another officer's automatic weapon was now digging into his back.'

'You bastard', he mouthed at Lucy.

'That's as maybe, shall we go,' was her only reply.

Full meeting of United Nations, New York.

Damar Perlo was keen to move on to the next item on the agenda. The current topic, to reduce plastic pollution, had resulted in lengthy debate yet again. The manufacturers, who had been invited to provide information on the latest technical solutions, had been shouted down on more than one occasion. Damar was disappointed, solutions always require input from all those involved in the problem, not just those who felt righteous enough to shout loudest. Despite these complaining voices, there had been major steps forward in the use of plastic pellets, which were now banned worldwide. Major strides had been made to introduce improved and effective controls on dumping in the oceans. Many single use plastics were now 100% recyclable, these and other measures were demonstrably working, as shown by the many wildlife monitoring programmes in place around the world. A way to go, but the manufacturers have a role, working with major users to continue developing several innovative ways to recycle a high proportion of the base product; they deserved to be heard.

Damar rose to speak. 'I trust we can have a more respectful debate than the one I have just witnessed on our next item – Iran's proposal that the sanctions imposed on them a few months ago, be lifted in light of the latest information on terrorist and other attacks in the Middle East.'

The UN ambassador for Iran spoke quietly and factually on recent unrest in the Middle East. He made no accusations against Saudi Arabia, or any other country for being the prime mover in these events. He acknowledged there was much to be done, to resolve issues which continued to plague all citizens in the area. However, it was not appropriate to lay all the blame on Iran. Equally it was not right to levy sanctions on one country only. If sanctions are an effective means to reduce the ability of individual countries to be involved in this unrest, then there are other countries to whom such sanctions should be applied. Until the UN is prepared to do that, in the interest of seeking peaceful resolution, Iran should not have to suffer in this way.

To Damar's surprise, this proposal was approved by all except Saudi Arabia who were still vehemently against, with America abstaining.

'Now we move again do consider the issue of refugees.' Damar was on his feet again. 'Members will recall this was previously raised by France and Germany, in the context of finding a solution in Europe. Although that is by no means the only, or the worst affected part of the world dealing with refugees, Nikola Samolis, the Greek Prime Minister joins us today, to encourage us to develop other strategies, to reduce the impact on the countries dealing with this issue and, most of all, the refugees themselves.'

'I'll begin by quoting a few paragraphs from the UN Charter preamble if I may.' Nikola read out the following:

WE THE PEOPLES OF THE UNITED NATIONS DETERMINED

  * to save succeeding generations from the scourge of war, which twice in our lifetime has brought untold sorrow to mankind, and

  * to reaffirm faith in fundamental human rights, in the dignity and worth of the human person, in the equal rights of men and women and of nations large and small, and

  * to establish conditions under which justice and respect for the obligations arising from treaties and other sources of international law can be maintained, and

  * to promote social progress and better standards of life in larger freedom,

AND FOR THESE ENDS

  * to practice tolerance and live together in peace with one another as good neighbours, and

  * to unite our strength to maintain international peace and security, and

  * to ensure, by the acceptance of principles and the institution of methods, that armed force shall not be used, save in the common interest, and

  * to employ international machinery for the promotion of the economic and social advancement of all peoples,

These are all worthy aims; how often do we achieve them I have to ask? How often have our discussions in these fine surroundings, produced lasting solutions? The last speaker referred to continuing conflicts in the Middle East, I'm sure we all recall only too vividly, the extent, damage and impact these have on the citizens of those countries. We need to find ways to solve these horrific, repetitive actions in too many places around the world, resulting in an unnecessary flow of people seeking refuge. That is the first purpose I referred to, yet do we really work hard enough to find solutions. I suggest we do not.

We see people suffering in many countries around the world, yet do I see this suffering in their representatives here, or in members of their government back home. No, I do not. I see well fed people, those who expect and get the good things in life, those who have made a career out of talking, arguing about the problems the world has faced over the years. And of course, I see myself as one of you, not one of those who really suffers, day in day out.

I believe that less than 5% of the world population seeks refugee status. The rest, would rather make the best of what they have in the country where they were born. Why? Because they belong, belong to family, belong to a culture, in short belong to a way of life.

We need to consider how we help that 5% to belong. Is assimilation in another country really the answer? They have to change their culture, or the host country has to make allowances for their culture, often with unsatisfactory results. Multiculturalism was supposed to provide a way forward in this area. It hasn't, people understand it but don't embrace it. Why? Because all too often it's a one-way street. The indigenous people have to recognise and accommodate the cultures of the newcomers, with limited reciprocity. Diversity exists within all societies, although not always accepted by all. Multiculturalism is something more and therefore even more difficult to adopt – hence it seldom is.

How much better to initiate change and improve things in their home country, where they feel they belong, have a home, not be dependent on strangers they find difficult to engage with. We are one world, but there are so many ways we are different, and will remain so.

Charities have shown us refugees can be helped within their own countries or at least proximate thereto. We could do so much more, to ensure no person needs to seek refuge in a strange land. Charities have changed from handouts, to helping people provide for themselves. Our programmes try to build on this way of changing things for the better; more initiatives, more action and yes more money are required to be really effective.

Many seek better lives and are easily classed as economic migrants. Ask the poor, the homeless, the mentally ill in the countries where refugees seek to go, if their lives will improve. Well educated and skilled people may find this to be so, but they are the minority, adaptable, able to embrace new cultures, participate in improving the society they have been accepted into. Many cannot.

Add to this the resistance of the people already living in mostly crowded countries, as populations increase, who are not wealthy, living from day to day, dealing with their own family issues, accommodating refugees has no attraction or benefit for them. Most are caring individuals, give or contribute to charities, have empathy with those in suffering and in need of help. But, they deem it's the governing authorities' responsibility, not theirs, as individuals.

Do we here today accept this responsibility, to work harder to eliminate the many problems around the world, make it easier for people to remain and make a success of their lives in their own countries? Do we? If the answer is no, tear up the Charter and write one that relates to what we will do, not one that says what we aim to do.

I know this sort of change will take time. But as someone who has lived with the consequences of trying to accommodate large numbers of refugees for many years now, when the economy and our own people are also struggling to make ends meet, continuing on this well-worn path is no answer.

Isn't it unacceptable to the majority of countries here, that 80% of the world's refugees are accommodated in the developing countries of the world. Countries that struggle to provide a decent living for their own citizens. More than half of all refugees come from just five countries afflicted by war. Surely, we, us, working together as united nations can do far more to improve these statistics, and in doing so make the world a better place for all its inhabitants?'

The Kenyan representative was the first to speak. 'As a country hosting four major refugee camps with difficulty, I endorse what has been proposed. We need help to make the facilities for these people better, we need help to resolve the conflicts in the areas they have come from. Help to understand their cultures, to make desirable changes and provide peaceful solutions for the benefit of all citizens, whether refugee or indigenous.'

Many other countries made similar pleas, but Damar sensed a vote without a specific proposal would wither away. Therefore, he suggested this be passed to the UN High Commissioner for Refugees, for further consideration with a definite proposal to be brought back to the full meeting in one month. This was accepted as a way forward, with a degree of scepticism from those heavily engaged in coping with this issue.

Meeting of the European Council.

Simone Durand, EU President tried to sound light hearted. 'We have three difficult items to consider today. The potential withdrawal of three of our members and we will hear from them in due course. As you all know the governments of Ireland and the United Kingdom are currently discussing the reunification of Ireland, a proposal both governments support. If that occurs, Ireland have requested we consider whether the EU would welcome this. Lastly, and by no means least, the continuing problems surrounding the refugee crisis. Nikola, following your impassioned address to the UN, perhaps you would like to speak first?'

'Certainly Simone. The decision of Greece to withdraw from the EU, hinged around the same topic I addressed to the UN. The lack of support in dealing with refugees and, the continuing pressure on my country's finances through being part of the Euro block, proving too much for my people to bear. We are still discussing our terms of withdrawal and future relationship, and as with Britain a few years ago, these are not easy to resolve.

However, I do not intend to dwell on these ongoing discussions, but to ask you all to take a serious look at what the EU has become and what it plans to do in the future.

Firstly, freedom of movement. Unsurprisingly we support the principle of free movement of goods and services. The movement of capital must be subject to review by the country involved, in accordance with its own foreign ownership requirements. We do not support the free movement of people, unless they have work in the new country, adequate to support them and their family. If the work is of a fixed term nature or they lose the job in the short term, there must be provisions enabling enforcement of return to country of origin.

The value of the European Court of Justice should be reviewed. Too often, their decisions have impinged on the ability of individual countries to manage their affairs, to ensure the rights, safety and needs of the majority are met. This Court should not have authority over the highest Court in each country. This principle is wrong and needs addressing. Therefore, the rationale, necessity, and effect needs to be re-evaluated. This will be unpopular to many but must reflect the reality of individual countries retaining authority and responsibility for their own citizens; not increasing power to the unelected mandarins in Luxembourg, Brussels and Strasburg. Disputes relating to trade, in all its guises can be dealt with by arbitration, as it is in many parts of the world. We do not need an all-powerful Court for these matters.

The European Court of Human Rights, although not established under the EU, but a wider body of 47 European countries, also needs urgent review. Terrorists and other antisocial individuals or groups have found this Court willing to back their claims, contrary to the common interest. In particular, the Court has given additional rights to refugees, which provides encouragement to people smugglers to expand their activities, thus adding to the difficulties both refugees and host countries are all too familiar with.

The EU should abandon plans for further fiscal and political integration. The Euro may suit some but not necessarily the poorer countries. They should be free to review and withdraw if they deem it appropriate.

I appreciate none of the above are likely to even be considered in the immediate future, but if they are, I suggest Greece would genuinely wish a return to a revised EU.'

Nikola sat down to total silence but the Prime Ministers of both Spain and Italy, continued the theme. They added more detail to areas which they considered needed change and affirmed they would not leave the EU if such changes were progressed.

Simone sensed there would be little point in allowing further debate on these controversial topics, and proposed they be considered further, as part of the withdrawal negotiations of the three countries. This diplomatic solution was accepted.

Turning to Ireland; a reunited one would be accepted by all.

As the meeting broke up, Nicolas Mortier, Prime Minister of France, approached German Chancellor Mila Erhard.

'Are we seeing the beginning of the end of European unity, as we have known it for over seventy years? In which case when do we prepare for war again?'

'Not for a long time yet, the Muslim world, particularly in the Middle East, have to finish their wars first. Only when the moderate majority have won the argument and many other battles, will there be peace. Then maybe it will be time for Europe to have another go. Not in my lifetime I hope, but in my grandchildren's, perhaps. Bon Chance.'

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Appendix – Aide Memoire. Does not include all characters and organisations referred to.

British Security Services

Head of MI6 – International Security - Maximillian Murray - Max

MI6 Operatives:

John Holden

Lucy Robertson

Berlin operative, Josh Slater

GCHQ Liaison, Tracey Simpson

British Government

Prime Minister – Sarah Crosby

Foreign Secretary – Colin Taylor

Home Secretary – Sebastian Penn

Defence Secretary - Judy Chandler

Chancellor of the Exchequer - Helen Haworth

Secretary of State for Justice – Chris Daley

Saudi Arabia

Current Ruler - King Khalid Bousaid

Head of Defence Council – Prince Mahbeer

Principle Contact for the American Contract Negotiators - Omar El-Hashem

Trusted Assistants, Kassim and Mustafa

Head of The Saudi Directorate of Intelligence - Abdullah Cham

USA - Security Services

Pentagon Head of National Defence Procurement – Don Newman

CIA Deputy Head - Chuck Davidson

CIA Detroit – Troy Wells

Irish Government

Taoiseach - Seamus O'Gara

Lord Chancellor - Thomas Maguire

Security Services

Head of National Security Intelligence Section (NSIS) - Terry Driscoll

US Defence Company - Consolidated Industries

CEO - Conrad Schulz

Chief contract officer - Jeb Stone

IT - Malcom Petrie

Security - Robert Faulkner

Facilities - Kirk Dorman

Production - Sam Miller

HR - Lottie Greenwood.

Communications - Penny Holden

PA to CEO - Lauren King

US Technology Company, Cyber Security Systems

CEO - Suma Kleid

Head of Technology - Abraham Levi

Activist, Militant and Terrorist Organisations

Europe against Globalisation and Capitalism (EGC)

Main contacts

Martin Huber - Munich

Dieter Kohl – Berlin (HQ of EGC)

Tallia Kaknis - Lesbos

Irish Sunni Support (ISS)

Irish Controller - Michael O'Leary

ISIS Bomb Maker - Alex Jennings

Anti-Fascists (ANTIFA)

_Islamic State_ of Iraq and Levant – ISIS

Al Qaeda

Houthis – main rebel group in Yemen – Shia based

_Ulster Defence Association_ _-_ _UDA_

Leader - Fergus Coleman

European Government Officials

President of European Council - Simone Durand (French)

Prime Minister of Greece – Nikola Samolis

Prime Minister of Italy – Vincent Sabatini

Prime Minister of Spain – Mateo Villar

Prime Minister of France – Nicolas Mortier

German Chancellor - Mila Erhard

President of Turkey - Ahmed Aydin

Security Services

Head of Europol – Pierre Berger

Head of Interpol – Gabriela Garcia

United Nations

UN Secretary General – Damar Perlo

