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
Your device you left in London was small, is that all the force you have, well I have a deal to make with you, if you are interested than you will send a blank email back to me at: [email protected]. Further Instructions will then follow!
Prince sat and read the message again, he recognized the email address but knew nothing else about the mysterious forum poster. Prince liked games and immediately replied with a blank email like instructed. His time surfing the net was done if he spent too long jumping between servers all over the world he could get noticed, even though they would have no other information, prince did not want to get caught at his second home the internet. Just as Prince was about to finish a box popped up telling him to check his inbox. He clicked on the link and it took him directly to it:
Meet me at 1900h tomorrow night London on the benches at the round pond. Bring one bodyguard only.
The One Who Knows.
The Email Was short and to the point. He had already decided that he would meet him and he would only bring one guard but the message did not say that he could not scout out the area in the morning and afternoon and he would also have some female members of his group to be on lookout.
Chapter Four
Hyde Park. 17th June 6.30pm
Prince and the single bodyguard that he could bring with him walked into the Palace entrance of Hyde Park. Prince’s Bodyguard Jorge was a tall man and was quite chubby, he was very strong. With prince standing by Jorge’s side it made Prince look like an ant. Jorge carried only a small submachine gun in his inner jacket pocket as there were still walkers and admirers walking the grounds. Prince and Jorge walked up the broad walk and then made a sharp right turning towards the pond. The whole grounds were beautifully lit up by display lights, from the information princes scouts had provided earlier quite a few people stopped at the benches, but at this moment in time there was no one on either of the two benches. Prince sat down on the left hand side bench and Jorge did to, they had both dressed in casual jogging clothes to mingle in with other people, to anybody that might see them they would just think they were two joggers taking a rest. Prince pulled out this morning’s newspaper from his bag and his small radio to communicate with his surveillance team, he put some headphones on and spoke into his radio hidden from view by his newspaper.
“Anything to report?” Prince softly whispered, his lips hardly moving.
“Negative sir no two people have came into the park that have walked this way.” The reply came from Megan Breen the head of his surveillance team.
“Okay, please notify me when they enter and walk this way, then keep radio silence unless told otherwise or in emergencies.”
Prince stared at the newspaper and read what he already knew about his atrocity.
“Two Middle aged men walking your way sir, they have just turned toward the RV point and it is time.” A veteran member of his group sent the message this time.
Prince casually removed his headphones, put them into his bag situated beside him and carried on reading his newspaper. As he heard footsteps approach he moved his bag off the bench, put his newspaper in it and put the bag beneath his feet.
“Prince?” Questioned the big built man in his mid thirties, it was too dark for prince to get a good description of him or his body guard, the lights that light up Hyde park were no help at all.
“Yes” replied Prince wondering what all this was about. Minutes seemed to pass. “And who are you?” Prince did not know if he would get an answer from this.
“Glenn.”
Prince knew that he would not use his real name, it would be stupid but at least it was a way of getting to know him. Prince found it weird that he was called here and that he had to do the talking. “So” Prince paused, “What now?”
Glenn looked at him in silence for a moment, the cool night breeze ruffling his lightweight sport jacket around his body. “Now we talk,” he said “See if we can find a way to help each other.”
Prince looked at his surroundings-taking note that there were no new people that could be with Glenn and that nobody was watching. “We need to talk in private so we know no one will hear us, take a walk.”
Glenn nodded.
Prince’s surveillance teams were well trained in doing their job but they always took into consideration that however good their skills in camouflage, concealment and movement, someone might see them, but they understood that being seen and being noticed were two very different things.
The location of their task meant limitations in their appearance, they could not wear full stealth suits, equipment vests, night-vision goggles, and ballistic helmets where the possibility of some late night stroller mistaking them for terrorist invaders to lay siege to his home, or their target nailing them for covert personal they happened to be.
With regards to arms they were a bit better off. Full sized rifles with twenty-inch barrels were of course virtually unconcealable and were out, the other pieces of equipment was in, including compact submachine guns. Their orders were to be dressed to be as low profile as possible, street clothes were put over the compulsory bullet-resistant vests. They were ordered to fire only if fired upon, which although they did not like they agreed to.
Not much was said between Prince and Glenn as they walked along Budge’s Walk, Prince knew he would have to start the conversation again. “So what do you have to offer then for this deal?” Prince did not know how to start or what to say but the words just leapt out before he could think, Silence.
“The Explosion you set off was not of the highest quality it should have been, I know you did pack as much explosives in the van as you could and that the fuel tank was full, I know this from watching the news and how it exploded. I am here to offer you the newest and best bombs or other arms at cheaper prices than you must already be getting them.”
Prince thought about this, he was not going to admit his devices were crap in front of Glenn even if they were. “And what do you ask for in return?”
“Partial ownership of the BRL and money up front for the arms.”
This hit Prince like a brick wall, what the hell was this guy on, the only way he would was if the arms and devices were really that good and cheap, but Prince did not like the idea of handing over a bit of his business and life to some stranger. Prince paused, glanced round as if to get his bearings and tapped Glenn on the shoulder and pointed to another path. “If it’s okay with you I would like to go down here?” Prince said also nodding his head towards the police station as if to say let’s not carry on down there. The real reason that prince did not want to go down there though was because some of his men were placed at Marlborough Gate. Glenn uneasy knowing something was not right still went with it. “Why not?” he said adding a bit of hesitancy into his own voice as he moved off the path. “I picked the spot, you pick the route.”
Prince gave him a thin smile. “I had not looked at it that way, but it sounds good to me,” he said and turned towards north walk.
Glenn waited for a reply but did not get one. “So what do you say about my proposal?”
Prince thought about it, “I would need a free demonstration of the devices.
“Of course.”
Chapter Five
Various Locations. 18th June.
Cussack sat in his office staring at the painting on the wall, it was a mountain landscape and showed a village below with lots of detail, the clouds were swirling round in patches, making a beautiful haze above the mountain air. Cussack related the clouds to his search for Prince, they were going around in circles finding nothing, they could not find any profile or criminal record for Prince, even the terrorist program they had which had all of the photos of terrorists and all their known alias turned up nothing. The only information he had was the information he gave them, that they were based in Britain. He almost jumped as the phone started ringing beside him. He quickly snatched the receiver. “Yes?”
“The Beatles and 1863.”
Cussack knew exactly what this was, he was waiting for this call. He needed much more information than this. “I don’t understand?” But Prince had already hung up before he could even start. Cussack was amazed that he had given the information to him and not Scotland Yard or somewhere, maybe Prince knew that it was his team’s job to find Prince and his latest bomb before it was too late.
Cussack phoned Hood straight away and told him to assemble everyone in the tank room in 15 minutes. They did not have much time so they needed to decode Prince’s hints.
A big grin ran across his face, Prince was wondering if life could get any better. He knew that for the next twelve hours they would be working on his clues he had giving to them. They were very clever as the location was not where the clues might first suggest, only if you look deeper you might realize that it is somewhere else. The bomb was in place, the bomb was a new one from Glenn, and if the bomb lived up to its standards then he would hire Glenn. The bomb had been placed under the edge of the platform at London’s Liverpool street by one of his men pretending to be a maintenance person, the bomb was very modern in that when the timer was up it would wait until the infrared beam was broken on the tracks by a subway train, and then it would set off the explosives and release the poison nerve gas.
Everyone turned out for the meeting in the tank room. Only a few of them knew why they were there though. Cussack was the first to arrive, everyone else was there within five minutes.
“Prince has gave us a clue to where he is going to detonate his second bomb, we only have twelve hours until he kills more people.” Cussack Paused and looked around the table at his men, they were all listening. “Prince has given us two clues, which at this moment mean nothing to me. These two hints are The Beatles and 1863.” Everyone in the room was silent. “Before this meeting me and Brad did a search to see all of the events that happened in 1863 and gathered all the information on the Beatles that we could, the folders you see in front of you contain all of this information.” All of the room reached for the folders in unison and flicked them open to the first page. It was Hood’s turn to speak now.
“As you probably know the Beatles where not around in 1863 so the two clues are probably nothing to do with one of the famous five, obviously the clues lead us to the destination, and the destination is in England, so I have prepared a brief history of the Beatles and all of the places they played at and so on.”
Everyone was reading the folder until one of the SAS team members interrupted the silence. “Starting at the very start, the Beatles were born in Liverpool right, so was there any major buildings built in 1863 in Liverpool?”
The question had been running around Liz Herbert’s head since she first opened the folder and saw the Beatles birthplace. “No that would be too easy and judging from experience, even though he wants us to guess he does not actually want us to find it as that would be a failure for him and this would give his group a bad name in the world of terrorism, so I don’t think the destination is going to be in Liverpool, but instead Liverpool been the obvious answer is probably not the right one but just a trap for us to waste time on.” Everyone seemed to agree and crossed Liverpool off the list.
Cussack also had a thought to contribute, “ Prince’s last bomb detonated in London which probably means that it will be a big city again this time, maybe even London again. Now lets say it is London, what happened in London that has anything to do with the Beatles or 1863?”
After a moments silence Hood spoke, “Well the Beatles landed back in Britain from their American tour at Heathrow. But this happened in 1966.”
“That is very true but 1863 and Heathrow bring up no matches, but I will run a search on all the events that took place in 1966.” Cussack was finding this game and Prince very annoying. In front of him Cussack had a laptop, on it he entered 1966, almost immediately a page was displayed with all the information of 1966. He printed off the page twenty times and passed round a copy to everyone. The page was split into eight sections, Events, Society Education and media, Science and technology, Literature and drama, Music, Sport and Recreation, Religion and philosophy, Arts and architecture. The room was silent while everyone read the sheet they had just been given, the only noise was the whir from the hard drive on Cussack’s laptop.
Six hours had passed since he had given the two clues to the SAS team and now it was time for Prince to give them some more information. Prince lifted his phone and entered the number that would connect him to Sergeant Cussack, Prince choose to give the information to him, because he disliked the SAS and their paid killers that wanted to end Prince’s life. The phone rang and was picked up nearly straight away.
“Yes?” Cussack asked, his voice sounded like he was angry at something or someone.
“Solved it yet?” Prince replied in a sarcastic way, as he knew that they had not. There was a moment of silence. “I’ll take that as a no then. Well I will give you some help, but remember if you try to disarm the bomb it will go boom and many people will die, the only chance you have of saving some lives is to evacuate everyone because you would not want a repeat of the 1995 terrorist attack.” Prince said in a clever way, as he knew he had them in his control.
Cussack pressed the speaker button on the phone and looked around the room at the stunned faces of his team, Hood was looking at his laptop and searching for 1995 events, then the printer started up printing out enough copies to go round. Once these were passed out any events related to bombs or terrorists in any way was ringed, this came up with three matches, a bomb in a car park below a federal office block, another bomb in Paris, and a nerve gas attack on Tokyo’s underground. Cussack had an idea and looked at the events of 1863, and there it was ‘London Underground Opened’. “The Beatles were born in Liverpool, and the London underground opened in 1863, and there was a terrorist attack on Tokyo’s underground in 1995, so my guess is that the bomb is going to go off at London Liverpool Street Underground station.” Cussack was pleased with his findings and was on the phone to alert local police forces and the bomb disposal squad.
Chapter Six
London Liverpool Street. 6:45 PM
There was a scene of mass confusion in and around the tube station, with people running in all directions, screaming for their children to stay with them. The police were evacuating everyone from the tube station and getting them at least one mile away, all of the roads were being blocked in a one-mile perimeter and all the nearest tube stations were being closed, as the winds in the tube tunnels would easily carry any nerve gas to other stations. Speed was the main factor as if Prince did not want everyone to be evacuated he might just detonate it. There were only a couple of people entering the station, these people were dressed in biochemical suits and were members of the bomb squad. Also with the men was a robot nicknamed ‘Rex’ as it sniffed out bombs by sensing the smell of it that may be left in the air or around the bomb. The bomb squad turned on rex and moved a safe distance back, and then they controlled its movements by remote control. There were many platforms at London Liverpool street’s tube station but they looked at the main one first and nearly straight away Rex had sniffed out the bomb, then they moved it towards it and positioned one of its arms which held the camera to look underneath the platform, and there it was, it took the squad a couple of seconds to realise that it was a chemical weapon and that the team should move back to a safer distance outside of the station. The remote controls range was nearly a mile so there was no need to worry about that, the team got into their armoured van parked round the corner from the station and watched the screen which the camera was transmitting to. They wanted to look underneath the bomb so they moved Rex’s arm a bit further down. They watched the glowing red light on the bomb turned green, but nothing happened, the van was silent, relieved, but then the team saw a fireball just before Rex’s picture cut off, they had tripped the sensor and armed the bomb and then set it off.
There was a deafening explosion that could be heard from miles away. The noise had set off many car alarms that had been left in the car park. There was debris everywhere and some close circuit security cameras had seen a fireball gushing through the tunnels leading to the platform before cutting out one after another. The bomb had not been made just to infect people with whatever chemical had been inside but for the explosion to kill people in and around Liverpool Street, and for the chemical to travel down the underground network to kill people in other stations. Luckily nearly everyone had been evacuated, also fortunately there was not much wind so the chemical was not carried past the one-mile perimeter.
The Bomb Disposal Squad in the van were not caught in the blast, but their trucks sensors where telling them that there was a high amount of chemicals in the air around the van that should not be there. All of the team were wearing chemical suits so the chemicals could not reach them inside it, they also had enough oxygen to last six hours of breathing time. By that time the gas should have scattered itself enough to be non-lethal.
Chapter Seven
Various Locations. 19th June
Cussack sat back in his office chair, all he could think about was the bomb that he solved but still it cost fifty-six lives, and the death toll rising by the hour as new bodies were found under rubble. Prince needed to be found and the sooner the better. Prince had already claimed responsibility for the bomb and vowed that his battle was not over until the government cracked down on letting illegal immigrants in. Cussack was reading the main article of the daily update, the newspaper had requested a phone message with Prince and surprisingly he had accepted, but he was clever he had been switching phone servers so his number could not be traced. No doubt about it the Prince of Darkness was a Pro. The newspaper gave Cussack and his team a good insight into the mind of him, from this information Liz Herbert was preparing a report of him.
Reporter: What are you trying to achieve by your actions?
Prince: The British government will listen to me soon or I will keep acting until they do, all I ask is that Britain has a look at its laws on Asylum seekers.
Reporter: So what are your views on Asylum seekers?
Prince: They flee from their country because they are in trouble with their government and they come to Britain because they know we will let them in. Once they are in, which is not that hard to do, they can do anything, they could even cause trouble here!
Reporter: But we are always hearing of illegal immigrants been kept out of Britain and being caught trying to get through the channel tunnel.
Prince: This may be true but you will never see a headline stating that fifty illegal immigrants made it into Britain last night, they come in every day, they take up all the jobs and leave Britain unemployed. Why not just call Great Britain, Great Pakistan?
Prince loved life at the moment, he had famous terrorists wanting to join him, he had power over every one, and he felt like a king. He had had a meeting with all of the members of the group about what to do next. By vote of seven to three they had decided to take over a building hold hostages to get the Prime Minister to listen and act.
Prince sat thinking of possible targets and researching possible low security places in the United Kingdom on the internet, His main target was Sizewell B in Suffolk as they were recruiting security personal at the main gate, and with the target being a nuclear power plant Prince knew the government had no choice but to listen to him. Straight away he would get one of his security men that did not a have a criminal record to apply for the job. With one of his men at the gate he could disable the metal detectors and enter with all of the equipment he needed. He was looking at maps and decided that this was the place to strike. He got on the phone to one of his men to apply for the job.
Chapter Eight
Sizewell Nuclear Power Plant. 26th June.
Bob Hayward was now the only person in the security booth at the main gate. Getting the job was easy and now he would start one of the biggest and the most successful hostage takeovers in the world. He was proud to be a part of Prince’s team, and he knew today’s mission plan like the back of his hand. There was just a couple of minutes until Prince turned up and he would turn off the metal detectors and cameras by rebooting the security system while Prince and his ‘army’ ran in. It was as simple as that, and then he would join Prince in the fight.
Prince and the men came walking up to the main gate, as soon as Prince rose his hand Hayward rebooted the system, the system would take just over a minute to reboot so he had to work fast.
Prince and his elite army ran though the gates and shouted to Bob to announce the message over the tanoy. The sound system gave its introduction message of “your attention please” then Prince’s message, “Sizewell B is being taken over by the British Terrorist League, please could you all report to the control room, DO NOT try to escape you will be shot on sight, thank you.”
Prince’s men fanned out over the grounds rounding everyone up to the Control and firing shots in the air to scare people into following Prince’s orders. He had picked the control room as it was right in the middle of the complex and did not have any windows, so snipers couldn’t fire at him or his men.
Once all the hostages had been rounded up it was time for Prince’s army to radio in their positions, he had deployed men on top of buildings with good sniper opportunities and men at the gate and outside the control room, and of course five men to watch the hostages. Prince had already informed sergeant Cussack of the situation and told him not to bother launching a rescue operation, as he would lose. Prince did not want a war he just wanted the government to listen, he also did not ask for the usual demands which terrorist usually gave out, he did not need transport as he already had a helicopter on the helipad.
The tension between the hostages and the terrorists were running high, the hostages were crying and threatening then made it worse. Prince heard a helicopter above him, and it was not his own, he had told his sniper to fire at will at helicopters with his SAM missiles, but to take extreme caution not to miss as the whole of the United Kingdom could be dead before it was time.
The helicopter pilot had reported seeing the sniper with the Surface to air missile on the rooftop and was told to leave the area immediately, he had only managed to get a few snaps from the police helicopter but they should be enough for the moment.
The SAS were on their way and would be there in about fifteen minutes, they were being transported by their own helicopter, for all of their equipment and men they were using a Chinook. They had brought the whole eighteen brave team, including Liz Herbert and Brad Hood who would be accompanying them in case they were needed, as their mission could cost the whole of England.
As the SAS arrived in two loaned vans from the police force, they straight away set up camp and asked for all maps and information they might need that they did not already have. They had chosen to set up their base in the tour building outside the main complex as they had space windows, and the cameras, which had been left on and could be monitored. Cussack was in charge of the team and he was the only one that could give the orders so he knew it would be his orders that saved a lot of people’s lives or that killed a lot of people. This was probably also the toughest mission he had ever been assigned to, and Cussack knew that Prince was a very dangerous man, also Liz had warned him on the way down that Prince would do it and destroy most of Britain.
Cussack was quickly reviewing security cameras video to see what he was up against. Cussack already had men around the perimeter doing surveillance and reporting the tiniest bits of info back to the HQ so that Cussack and his team could make a plan. Also accompanying Cussack was Greg Collins, Cussack had personally picked Collins to come along as Greg was the best negotiator that Cussack had ever known. Greg had already started talking to Prince but the talks had not gone great, as Prince had said straight away he only wanted to have the law changed about illegal immigrants. Collins had been in the job thirty five years but Prince scared him, as Prince knew exactly what Collins was going to try and do and tried to make life very hard for him, and this Prince had done and now Prince was going to have to try and get Prince’s trust but this would be very hard. Cussack had now placed on a map of the site where Prince’s men were and from what he saw he knew they were pros, they blocked off every entrance, had modern weapons and had guarded everything. Cussack had to also rule out an airdrop as there were too many people on rooftops stopping him from doing that.
Prince was sitting in an office overlooking where the hostages were being kept, he had such power. He did not have to worry much about being attacked by the SAS as he had blocked off every entrance, but also he had someone monitoring the cameras which he had left on so he knew if they were trying anything, also unknown to Cussack and his team there was a camera in the visitor’s centre, the camera was quite small and hidden, but it gave Prince the perfect view of what Cussack was planning. Prince had enjoyed the negotiator calling as he knew exactly what Greg would try so Prince had gave him hell and gave his only demand straight away, he was not going to give a time limit yet as he knew that he could destroy England and all the illegal immigrants but what would that achieve he would not have won, so instead he would wait until he had to maybe take a few hostages first to scare Britain and make them take him seriously. But first things first he would wait until Greg phoned again, even though he wanted to get this over with quickly it would show that he had the disadvantage if he rang them.
The phone on his desk rang just as he was about to get up and check everything was okay. He waited a bit then picked it up. Before Prince could say anything he was interrupted by an unknown voice to him, as it certainly was no Collins.
“This is Andy Gill from the BBC, could you please tell us about what you are doing and why you are doing it.”
Prince was about to hang up before a grin came on his face as he realised that thousands of people will be watching this and It was his opportunity to get his message across and change the laws. “Okay Andy, I am doing this because of the current ethnic groups in Britain, they are growing as fast as we are and hundreds are coming in daily without us knowing, one day there might be more of them than us then what happens? Will we still be such a Great Britain, no of course not they will own us and we will be ran by them. And I am here to put a stop to it, there has been lots of talk about what should be done but there has not being enough hard action. Now you might not believe in my actions but just think of all the jobs we could have if we did not employ them. Also I have not killed or injured anyone yet and all I want is there to be a crackdown on illegal immigrants. I think that is fair don’t you?” Prince was very happy about what he had said.
“Yes I do see your point. Thank you for your time.”
On that he hung up, Prince had only just put down the receiver when the phone ran again.
“Prince?”
“Yes.” This time it was Mr. Collins.
“Anything you would like me to do for you?”
“As a matter of fact there is, turn around and switch on your television behind you. I think you might you might find the BBC’s channels very interesting.” Prince could not help but to laugh, even though it was a sign of his weakness he wished he could see the face of Greg when he heard this, no wait he could. Prince placed the receiver back in its holder and sat back in the comfy office chair. He then turned the monitor to look at camera 33, which was the visitor centre. The whole team had stopped what they were doing and turned it to the BBC, as they all huddled round the television Prince also found a television in the office and switched that on. He was looking from one to the next as the news came on, the newsreader said that they had just interviewed the man who is holding Sizewell hostage and that they will play it in its entirety. As the broadcast finished the look on their faces were full of anger and hate.
“How could this happen?” Demanded Cussack, wondering how they interviewed Prince.
“Quite easily sir, you see the room they are being held hostage in has a phone which can not only make, but also receive outside calls on its own private number, and the BBC probably heard from other news reports that they were being held in there so they got the number,” nervously replied a caretaker that had just left the centre to go and pick up supplies from the nearest supermarket.
“Well could someone please block that phone from receiving outside calls?” Replied Cussack.
“We could, but it might be a bad idea, because he sounded very pleased to be able to get his message across and might want to again and if we stopped that he could get angry. But on the other hand anyone could get the number and we could have people interfering that we don’t want to.” Collins stated not really knowing which was best. “Also no one turn around but he told me to turn around and turn on the television, so he has been watching us on the CCTV cameras.”
Cussack slammed down his fist on the table. “Son of a bitch, how dare he, you realise he has been watching us plan to invade him and probably counteracting all what we have been doing.” Cussack shouted out.
“Sir if I may add something?” said Tom Bates one of Cussack’s team.
“Sure go ahead” Cussack said quiz fully.
“Well if he has being watching us plan why don’t we make a false mission plan that he can see and attack where he is not expecting it?”
“Great idea, lets put it into action straight away.” Cussack’s anger had quickly turned to relief. And on that he brought out a fresh map of the building and started marking out the positions of the enemy.
Prince had just checked on all of his men using radio, his radio system was encrypted so no one could listen in. All of the men had reported in fine and told Prince that his guests were in the visitor room. Prince looked at the monitor for the visitor room, the cameras that Sizewell had were quite state of the art and he could zoom in on anything he wanted to, the SAS team had been in there for quite a while now and prince wondered what they were doing, they were making up plans for an attack, great now he could counter what they were planning. Their plan consisted of entering via the delivery entrance and making their way to him from there. Then they planned to enter in the back door and attack there. Prince would not move his men until the SAS were inside, otherwise they might see his movements and replant somewhere else knowing there was somehow a leak. He informed his men of the plan and laid back and waited. Another suspicious thing was that his friend Greg had not phoned him since the BBC news report, he had anticipated him phoning him straight after.
Knowing that the cameras could not hear what he was saying Cussack was briefing his men on one plan while writing up another, Greg Collins was going to phone right before the attack to distract Prince. The takeover was planned for 12:00 noon, which was just 15 minutes away. The real plan was to enter straight through the front entrance and then make their way to the target building, five of his men would take the roof entrance another one would take the ventilation tubes to the room where the hostages were being held while the rest went straight in the entrance. The plan was foolproof and meant Prince thought the fake plan was real, therefore there would hardly be anyone to stop them.
Prince was waiting for the invasion to happen, it should happen any minute now. He sat watching the CCTV cameras waiting for the team to show up on the delivery entrance. Prince glanced away as one of the hostages shouted out something, as he turned back he realised the cameras where off. He tried all 44 of them but none of them worked, they must be attacking and they do not want me to know Prince thought to himself. How clever of them but unfortunately for them he already knew their plan of attack. Prince automatically ordered his men to move into their newly assigned positions.
Before any of Prince’s men could radio in that Cussack was entering through the main entrance they were dead. Cussack’s men stormed in like bulls in a china shop killing anyone that got in their way, two snipers took out any rooftop men. Cussack was leading the group further into the compound and what could be their grave. Cussack was ordering his men through his radio attached to his helmet. Cussack gave the order for Johnson and Summers to put the optic fibre tiny camera around the corner of the building so that they could see how many enemies were guarding there. The camera was like a periscope on a submarine, they could extend it to look round the corner and the picture would come up in their helmets. They had been told to hold radio silence unless necessary from here on out so that Prince’s men could not hear them so instead they used hand signals. Johnson Positioned the camera then moved it from side to side then up and down. There were three men there, the nearest was on the right hand side about ten metres away, the others were watching out on either side of the road about one hundred meters in front. Cussack ordered Homer, who was very good and fast at taking out short-range targets, he ordered Owen and Reeve to take out the remaining two. Cussack stuck three fingers out beside him, put one down and then the remaining. On that Homer, Reeve and Owen Jumped out and neutralised their designated targets.
The whole of the SAS ran round the corner to join the other men, there was a short popping sound and Bridge fell hard on the ground grasping his stomach. They had missed one terrorist but he was quickly taken out by Cussack, A few of the men then ran over to Bridge and tied a bandage around his leg and chest, he had taken two out of three of the bullets, luckily they were non fatal shots. Cussack Hated doing it but he had to order his men to move on but promised that they would be back for Bridge. The now seventeen-man team ran off silently as they had been trained to do. They took the corners the same way as they had done the one before not meeting much resistance, as they had probably all being ordered to guard the false plans route. They managed to get to the building with no further casualties, even though the terrorists were growing as they got nearer to the hostages. The men than fanned out while Daniels, Scott, Bradley and Drew clambered onto the roof, they had one man less as Bridge was meant to be taking that route in to. Stewarts had already gone off ready to attack through the ventilation shaft. A couple of minutes later all of them entered the room via their routes and took out as many of the men as they could, Johnson who had been standing next to Cussack went down with a thud, from the cry of pain that Johnson let out he could tell that he would have been dead before he had hit the floor. The hostages were easy to recognise as they all were wearing either plain civilian clothing from the tour bus or blue coveralls from the plant itself. All of the men had been taken out, the room still echoed the sound of gunfire and the hostages where either crying or they had their hands on their ears to murmur the pain from the heavy cracks of he exchange of fire. Cussack heard another thud on the stairwell, Stewarts had taken him out from the shaft. The man lay just outside an office room, Cussack guessed the man to be Prince and ordered two of his men to go and check whether he was dead. Upon arriving on the suspected Prince they checked him for Identification, they found it in his wallet it said Roy Prince Palmer, they had finally found him and killed him. Cussack then announced over the plant’s speakers that any remaining men would not be killed if they surrended and means they had not killed anyone they would be let off a lot. Lots of them did this, they were taken away and Cussacks team did a single search of the Plant to see if they had missed anyone. There was no one left, so they quickly returned to Bridge, they put him on a stretcher and got him into the van and drove it to the helipad to avoid the press. Their mission was done but Cussack was dreading the paperwork that would have to be done. The mission was a partial success as they neutralized the target but Cussack had lost a man. The family would be informed of the tragedy when they got back to base. Cussack knew Prince was a man that he would never forget.
By Adam Cooper, CL11.