Nuclear Terror.

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Nuclear Terror.

Chapter One        

Greenford, London. June 6th.  9.00Am.

Prince looked out of his dark, top floor flat window. There were a lot of grey swirling clouds hanging in the distance, but he was not looking at the clouds, instead Prince was looking at the London underground station and all of the commuters getting the tube to go to their offices in central London, around the corner from his cheap two room flat. There were all kinds of races going into the station: Pakistani, African, and Chinese.

He Looked at his computer monitor and saw his brown eyes starring back at him, and his long black hair swaying as the electric fan threw out cool air at its full speed. Prince powered up his Dell 410 computer and waited for windows 98 to load. After connecting to the internet he checked his website: The British Terrorist League. He had received many emails over night from all over Britain about wanting to join his terrorist network. Before Prince, as his codename was, took anyone on board he checked their criminal records and profiles by hacking into Scotland Yard’s database.

Prince disconnected from the World Wide Web and left his flat to visit his local pub. Prince hated walking down his local streets, they were filled with his enemies: Britain was being taken over by illegal immigrants, Prince had lots of motives for hating them but his main one was that they flee from their home country because they get in trouble and hide away here to cause trouble in ‘Great’ Britain.

As Prince walked into the smoke filled pub he saw that even in the early hours of the day people were already tipsy. Prince walked up to the bar casually looking around him to see if his contact was there yet, upon reaching the bar he was straight away greeted and asked what he would like by the middle aged woman behind the bar.

“Just a coke please its too early for anything else.” Prince replied. She poured the coke and slid it across the wooden bar. Prince gave her the money for it and she nodded and quickly scurried away back to the conversation she was having with a group of people about her age.

Prince took a small sip of his drink and sat it back down on the beer mat. He looked at his cheap watch noting that it was now 9:36; Prince wondered why Karl was late. As he heard the bar door handle move behind him he turned round, the smoke from the pub seemed to be sucked out of the room like a vacuum. The light outside was so bright now compared to what it was in the bar room that Prince had to squint to see the figure of a tall person wearing denim jeans and a black t-shirt. Finally he realised it was Karl his friend and partner in crime. Karl had been involved with crime a lot in the last ten years, and was well trained with explosives and had a good shot with a pistol. Karl instantly saw Prince sitting at the bar with his back turned to him and walked up to towards him, Karl pulled up a bar stool next to Prince and asked the woman behind the bar for a pint. Karl paid her and she walked of again.

“The vans parked about five streets away outside a house.” Karl whispered.

“You got the gear in the back?” Asked Prince.

“Yes all of it”

“Good”

The gear Prince had been talking about was the explosives which were packed everywhere in the ford van Karl had brought from a newspaper advertisement. Of course Karl had not picked up the van as this would have given the police a description, but instead got a young recruit to do it for him. Prince did not like to recruit people under the age of twenty if possible because Prince knew that they thought they could outsmart him and they were more likely to protest if they did not like something.

Prince and Karl finished their drinks and walked out of the pub, and down towards where the van was parked. The van, which was in quite good condition, was parked down a quiet street away from the busy town. They both got in, Karl in the drivers side and Prince in the passengers.

As they made their way to Camden high street car park they did not hardly talk at all, instead they went over and over the plan in their heads until it was all that mattered.

Upon arriving in the car park they parked as close as they could to Camden town underground station. Camden town was the target because of its giant market where any unwanted foreigners set up market stalls to earn their money. They had worked long and hard on this and it was finally about to happen. As Karl set the timer for one-hour adrenaline was rushing through Prince’s body. They had both dressed up like tourists and both left the area like tourists. Catching the next tube train to Euston where they would catch a train to their base.

 Chapter Two

 SAS HQ, Hereford.    11.44PM

Sergeant Cussack sat in the briefing room, the room could not be bugged as it had thick concrete and metal walls, and thick inside these walls was a wire mess that disrupted any bugs frequencies, also the room was swept with ‘bug sniffers’ as they were dubbed weekly.  Around him was all of his reaction team codenamed QRF (Quick Reaction Force). They had all been called here from their training sessions on the shooting range because of a terrorist act in Camden Town. All Lenny Cussack and his team knew at the moment was what was being shown on news reports. All of the reports said that the death toll so far is over a hundred and that many more are injured with a lot critical. News reports had named it the Camden Atrocity. An eyewitness from the scene had said that there was an explosion in the car park and when he looked there was a fireball and shrapnel from the car flying everywhere.

 

Lenny’s commanding officer Brad Hood was in charge of the strong 18 man counter-terrorist force, Hood was the tallest in the room, his hair, which was a light brown, was swept back, his brown eyes slowly swept the room. All of the QRF team were intently watching the TV stood up in the corner waiting for new information to come in. Hood stood up and switched the television off, in unison all of the men in the large briefing room turned around and looked at Hood. Brad opened his mouth as if to say something but then paused.

“This morning about five minutes before the car bomb exploded Scotland yard received a letter, I have a duplicate of this letter, and I will read it too you.” Hood paused.

We are the British terrorist league an up to now quiet organization. As you are reading this millions of people are about to meet a fiery death, yes I am talking about a bomb. I’m sure you want to know where the bomb has being placed? No point it is going to go off any second now and why should I spoil the surprise, it will be headline news in a couple of minutes.

The British Terrorist league is here to change the way this country is run, and the laws on asylum seekers. It is like a free holiday for them, and what does our Prime Minister do? Make them feel welcome of course, well this has got to be ended, and that’s where my people and me come in. No doubt as you are reading this you are feeling anger for us and are trying to find me, well good luck trying.

Do you like games? I do, so lets make this into a game, 12 hours before a bomb goes off I will give you a clue to where it is going to be, when it is six hours away I will give you another clue, and if you have not managed to find the bomb by then I will tell you where it is ten minutes before it goes boom. If you fail I’m sure the newspapers will have a field day, I can see it now ‘police are told where but still cant find bomb.’

You probably think you can assault my base when you find it, so I will give you a hint to where I am. I am in the not so Great Britain.

Signed

Prince of darkness.

The room was silent, no one could believe what they had just heard.

“The Prime Minister himself has given us clearance to neutralise Prince. This means that if you have to kill him you can do so but we would rather you bring him in alive,” Hood calmly stated to the relief of many of the team in the room. The Quick Reaction Force was trained to take out terrorists, and when they had the green light to take down a terrorist it made their job a lot easier. Cussack sat up, his mind seemed to be running in circles.

“So do we have any clues as to where our guy Prince is hiding?”

“No none at all the letter was posted from Paris, so prince probably got someone to post it for him from there so the postmark could not be traced.” Replied Hood.

“But we do know that he is in Britain?” Asked Cussack

“Well if we can trust him on that one, it could be a trap to waste our time” Hood doubtfully replied.

Everyone else had been keeping quiet, but now Liz Herbert the only woman on the team and the team’s psychologist spoke. “I don’t think he is lying about his location, as with most terrorists and mainly the clever ones they are either mad or looking for a laugh or both, I think Prince is a bit of both, he wants us to find him as he said ‘when you find me’. My best guess would be that he is trying to outsmart us all.”

Cussack always thought that the twenty six year old psychologist looked a lot younger than she was, it was probably her long blonde hair and big blue eyes. Cussack took in what she had said and realised that Prince was not scared to kill, and he was probably a maniac.

Everyone was dismissed from the tank room, as it was named by the soldiers on the base, except for Cussack who was asked to stay behind by Hood.

“Sir, we have to find Prince, I feel that he could be a big threat to this country.”

“We all know we have to find him but he could be operating from anywhere.” Hood said getting angry, as he knew while he was talking the death toll for the Camden atrocity was rising.

 Chapter Three

 Kirby Hill, Yorkshire         8:43PM

Prince sat at his computer, he was now back from his visit to Camden and at his base near the Yorkshire dales; the area around the base was unpopulated. The base used to be a flying school, but the flying company went bust and left the premises, no one knew that they were here and if anyone did see the base they would just think it is a military base, there were armed guards around the fence perimeter. The guards carried MP5 submachine guns and a flash bang each, they were also equipped with a radio that was state of the art, no one could listen in on the conversations and if they did they would just hear static. In the old control tower was a sniper on guard at all times and a machine gun with a crew of two to operate it. Inside the base was a circle of port cabins housing the staff and a briefing room. Prince’s personal port cabin was bigger than the rest and was situated in the middle of the others.

Join now!

 

Prince was browsing other terrorist sites to see if he could find any new ‘make a bomb recipes’ or if he could find a cheaper dealer for his arms. Prince knew a lot about computers, his net alias ‘Dark Stealth’ and him have hacked into many top sites usually modifying them to display this site is now owned by the WTL. Prince was browsing through various forums that terrorist groups usually advertised on when he came across a message that was addressed to him, Prince quickly opened it, anxious to know what was inside:

Posted 6th June 11.00am

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