Chapter 1
Wednesday, February 1st 05:05,
New Cross Gate,
London.
Thomas Deane accelerated the Audi A4 and swerved past a double decker bus. Time was running out to board the 05:09 train at New Cross station and with it any chance of success for Operation Concealment. He shifted the car into fifth gear and went through another red light as he powered the car down New Cross Road. ‘Location!’
Sam Olsen checked the map on the satellite navigation that was built into the dashboard. ‘Stay on this road, and it’s a left turn.’
‘What time was that train again?’ Asked Deane as he kept two hands on the wheel and weaved in and out of the traffic.
‘We’ve got four minutes.’
‘We’ll make it.’ Deane sounded like he was re-assuring himself rather than stating a fact. ‘We have to make it.’
Thomas Deane and Sam Olsen were arguably the most effective partnership MI6 (Military Intelligence Section 6) had to offer. Deane was a veteran of over two decades of service while Olsen was the younger of the two and more likely to take risks to get the job done.
Deane’s blue eyes lit up as he looked to his left. ‘There’s the turning for the station!’
Olsen held on as the car swerved around the corner and narrowly missed two people that were about to cross the road.
The car came to an abrupt halt. Both men sprinted towards the station.
Deane dialled Operations Command, the nerve centre of MI6, and used the Bluetooth attachment so he could run and talk. ‘Train location Patrice!’
On the other side of London, French Special Agent Patrice Marraud stood in Operations Command. Roughly the size of three tennis courts, he was surrounded by several groups of computer desks, terminals with scanning booths, analysis tables and other specialist workstations. At one end of the vast space was a large digital wall of screens which detailed the latest updates on each individual operation around the world. A large circular table below the wall of screens looked out on Operations Command.
Operation Concealment had been a joint operation between French and British Security Services, and Marraud’s friendship with Deane had helped ensure the collaboration had been a success.
Marraud stood behind the on-duty manager and watched the feed from Network Rail that showed the train and its progress as it closed in on New Cross Gate station bound for London Bridge. ‘It’s pulling into the station now on Platform five. Confirm your location?’
Deane saw Olsen leap over the ticket barrier first and followed his example. ‘We’re closing in on the platform now. Order the train to wait!’
Marraud gritted his teeth in frustration. ‘Copy that. We’re still waiting for confirmation from the train driver. Do your best to get on board!’
Deane pumped his legs as fast as he could and saw Olsen, who was at least fifteen years younger, pull away as they ran down the access ramp that led to the platform. He glanced to his left and saw the train on the platform begin to close its doors.
Olsen made it to the bottom of the ramp and threw himself at the nearest set of closing doors. There were shouts of panic from some of the commuters but it was enough to stop the doors from closing as he blocked them with his legs. He saw his partner catch-up and board the train.
Deane tried to catch his breath as he helped his partner to his feet. ‘That’s one part of this…operation done.’
Olsen looked around the carriage. ‘Now we need to find Baynes.’
Marraud had heard every word in Operations Command. ‘CCTV shows he boarded the train in carriage four. It’s an eight carriage train, so I’d say it’s likely he has moved to the front.’
Deane nodded in agreement. ‘Agreed, we’re in carriage five.’ He scanned around his position. There was no sign of Robert Baynes.
Operation Concealment had been ongoing for months and had primarily focussed on how terrorist cells communicated with each other rather than direct capture. Baynes was a low profile data encryption expert and appeared to have been recruited and radicalised over time by a Middle-Eastern terrorist group which had cells in London, Paris and Madrid. These cells were on several watch lists but the encryption level they used for communication had proved to be so complex, no agency had yet to make a breakthrough.
It had been Patrice Marraud that had identified Baynes after he had monitored a cell in Paris for several months. When they had found that London was to be his next destination contact was made with MI6. Deane and Olsen had been mobilised and despite a failure at border control to track Baynes when he had arrived in the country, he had been identified via CCTV when he had boarded a train for London Bridge.
Deane slowly made his way through the sixth carriage, near the front of the train. As he did so, his eyes scanned and processed every individual and detail that he saw. The train was quite busy and there were many passengers but Deane was only looking for one. He felt inside his grey jacket for his Spitfire G1 silver pistol and then glanced behind at his younger partner.
Sam Olsen nodded in acknowledgement and saw Deane indicate the public toilet that was at the end of the carriage. As he approached the dark green door, he placed one hand on his silver Beretta 92G pistol and opened the door with the other. The toilet was empty.
Deane frowned and looked through the double doors that led to the next carriage. ‘We’ve got two more carriages to go. Let’s keep moving.’
Olsen nodded. ‘If he’s not on this train, we’ll have to deploy agents to the surrounding area.’
Deane gave the doors a push and stepped onto the next carriage when there was a big enough gap. ‘He’ll be here, I can guarantee it.’
The two men had been partners since Olsen had joined the service eight years ago. They were very different characters, and the older Deane was a stalwart of the service and valued rules and procedure above everything else. Olsen had a reputation for getting the job done but could be reckless. Despite their differences, their partnership was looked on as the best that MI6 had to offer and they were often found at the forefront of the latest threat.
The two agents moved slowly through the carriage but there was no sign of Baynes.
‘The last carriage is up ahead. Be ready.’ Deane looked back at Olsen to re-enforce his warning. In the years they had worked together, Deane had come to think of Olsen as the son he never had, or never would have. His role at MI6 was now one of senior agent and mentor and though he would never admit it, Olsen meant more to him than anything else in the world and he would do anything to protect him.
Akira lurked amongst the shadows of London Bridge Train Station. Even though it was early, there was a constant flow of trains that passed overhead. Dressed in a long black trench coat and the same coloured trousers and shoes, he took out a dark balaclava from his pocket and pulled it down over his face.
To his right he saw some maintenance staff leave the station. As he watched them leave, his thoughts turned to Russia and his plan to conquer the country in the not too distant future. It had not been easy to travel to the UK, especially with the balance of power so unstable in Russia but he was keen to take what he could from his base in the UK and attempt to keep the Security Services guessing, at the very least. With some hard work, he had managed to ensure he had recruited ten loyal Russian FSB agents to his cause. They were in the process of planning and executing several bomb attacks to de-stabilise the Russian capital and highlight the weakness of the current Government. With that in place, it wasn’t essential he was there and his time could be better spent elsewhere even if he would have preferred to carry out and witness the attacks personally.
His thoughts came back to the present and the no show of his contact Robert Baynes. Though he couldn’t be trusted, Baynes was never late. Much to Akira’s annoyance, Baynes had carved out a niche for himself within the cell and had insisted on coming to London to carry out his work personally. His attitude wasn’t welcome and Akira did not plan to tolerate it for long. From the moment
Baynes had got involved, it hadn’t taken Akira long to realise it had been a mistake. There was no dedication and his insistency on coming to London had only proven to Akira he had become a liability rather than an asset.
A red London bus passed his position and Akira watched closely as to who departed, to make sure he tracked the movements of any possible threats. After a few minutes, he felt satisfied he was safe and went back to his thoughts. Akira felt his phone vibrate and read a message from Baynes’s replacement. It had been critical to ensure the data encryption work continued. The text was word for word what he wanted to hear and it made him smile. The meeting he was waiting for had now become nothing more than a formality.
Thomas Deane entered the last carriage, and it didn’t take him long to locate the target near the double exit doors at the far end. In any operation, it was critical to keep a low profile where possible and find a way to apprehend the target but that changed when he saw him look in his direction.
Baynes knew the train would pull into London Bridge within the next few minutes and had been waiting at the double doors to make sure he was the first to leave. At the sound of the connecting door open from the previous carriage, Baynes had seen the two men enter and didn’t like what he saw. His stress levels were already high, as they were for any meeting with Akira, but he felt his heart rate quicken when he looked at the two men. Over the years Baynes had caught the attention of Police, and the Security Services and he felt he had a good eye for identifying them. He saw the two men scan the carriage, look straight at him and then away again. It was the way they carried themselves and took in everything around them. Baynes trusted his instincts and knew he was in trouble. He felt cold sweat dampen the back of his shirt.
Deane and Olsen started to move down the aisle towards the last set of double doors at the far end of the carriage.
Panic set in and Baynes tried to think of what he could do to escape. He saw a door to the driver’s cabin but knew that would be locked. Could he use the gun in his backpack to take a passenger hostage? He could think of no way to survive such an encounter, and Akira would kill him regardless of the outcome. Baynes stepped closer to the double doors and decided he had to take the only option available to him. The start of the platform at London Bridge began to pass by the doors as he flicked open the protective plastic on the door override controls above him.
Deane had picked up the pace and instinctively drew his Spitfire G1 silver pistol at the sound of the alarm. For a moment he wondered what had caused it but then saw Baynes pull the double doors apart. ‘BAYNES!’ He shouted. ‘Don’t make this any harder! Step away from the doors!’
Olsen had also drawn his weapon and stepped closer. ‘I have a shot. We can’t let him leave.’
Deane shook his head in disagreement and furrowed his brow in frustration. There was glass all around Baynes, any shot would be high risk. ‘Hold your position. I want him alive.’
Baynes was panting hard as he desperately tried to open the doors wide enough so he could escape.
‘Stay on the train Baynes!’ Deane bellowed at the top of his voice and ignored other passengers run past him to the other end of the carriage in panic.
Baynes knew what was at stake and threw himself out onto the platform. Despite the train travelling around twenty miles per hour, the impact took its toll, and he felt searing pain in his right shoulder. He forced himself to his feet as quickly as he could and ran along platform thirteen towards the ticket barriers.
Deane restrained Olsen from jumping out onto the platform and then saw the doors slam shut when the alarm ended. He pressed a button on his Bluetooth headset to talk to Operations Command in MI6 Headquarters. ‘Patrice, Baynes has left the train. I repeat he has left the train. Confirm the location of Alpha Team!’
‘I saw the commotion Tom. Alpha Team are on the station concourse and are moving to intercept.’
Deane nodded with relief. ‘Copy that Patrice. We’ll be there to offer support in a few minutes, the train is almost at a standstill.’
Olsen looked frustrated and tried to locate Baynes through the nearest window. ‘If you’d let me take the shot, we wouldn’t have to take the chance.’
‘We need him alive and there were too many variables. He’ll be in our custody soon enough.’
Olsen said nothing and tried not to get too frustrated.
The train slowed and then came to a stop on platform thirteen.
Olsen pushed the button to open the doors and stepped out first onto the platform. In the distance ahead he saw Baynes and then tried to locate Alpha Team on the concourse.
Baynes scaled the barrier and started to run across the concourse. Out of the corner of his vision he saw two men shout and then start to run towards him. Panic spread through him as he frantically looked for another exit. If Akira discovered he had been captured, his future would all but disappear. His only hope was to strike a deal as best he could and use his knowledge to bargain with his life. As he passed a large WH Smith store, his body couldn’t take any more pounding. The pain in his lungs was unbearable as he came to a halt, and he was breathing so hard he could barely raise his arms in surrender. Within seconds, he felt the strong grip of the two men on his shoulders and slumped in defeat. He had no energy to fight his arrest.
Danger was never that far away and in the darkness, just over a hundred metres away, Akira stalked his way through the shadows. With every step, he moved closer to the station entrance. There weren’t many people around so it didn’t take him long to locate Bayne’s who was on the other side of the concourse surrounded by two men. In one swift motion, he took out a black pistol and lowered himself as he took aim. Two bullets blasted out of the silencer attachment towards their targets. He watched Baynes fall to the ground first and saw his head split open on impact. The two agents drew their weapons to respond, but Akira had already fired and saw both men stagger and then collapse to the floor. Some commuters had begun to scream and run to safety but Akira ignored them and calmly walked back towards the exit.
Deane’s eyes were wide with shock as he jumped down from the ticket barrier and tried to locate the source of the attack. Commuters had run in fear and cleared the concourse so it didn’t take him long. ‘Baynes and Alpha Team are down, I repeat, they are down!’
Olsen fired off one shot but then saw the target begin to run at speed and set off in pursuit.
Deane followed and loaded his weapon as he tried to stay with his partner. ‘Stay together!’
Olsen wasn’t listening and picked up the pace. As he reached the station exit he tried to locate the target and then saw sparks to his left as a bullet ricochet off a metal door frame. He stepped back and then returned fire.
In Operations Command, French Special Agent Patrice Marraud felt the others around him jump with shock but he was used to surprises and forced himself not to think about the loss of Alpha Team. ‘We’re trying to locate him on CCTV. I’ll mobilise Unit Two to intercept. We’re doing our best to track him from here.’
Deane sprinted hard to join his partner. ‘That’s a negative, we’ll handle this!’
‘There was nothing we could do about Alpha Team Tom, we need to close down his exit points!’
Deane wanted to go back and help Alpha Team in the vain hope one of them was still alive but forced him to continue pursuit. ‘Just get those Paramedics here and we’ll find him!’
Akira didn’t stop and pushed himself that extra yard as he came onto St. Thomas Street. He gave a quick glance behind him. There! One of the MI6 agents was in pursuit but he couldn’t locate the other. Akira fired again and then changed the magazine on his pistol. He didn’t have another so he knew he would have to make those eight bullets count.
Deane indicated for Olsen to take the left-hand side of the pavement as he took the right. Both men used parked cars for cover.
Akira saw a sign that read ‘STAMFORD STREET, FIVE MINS’. He would soon be back at base to co-ordinate his escape and with it another v
ictory over the looming British Security Services. As he continued to run, a nearby shop window blew out under the force of gunfire and Akira immediately darted behind a parked car for cover. He returned fire and saw two agents take up offensive positions.
Sparks flew around Olsen and then Deane.
Akira fired again and then heard the empty click of the pistol as it exhausted the magazine. He dropped it onto the ground but didn’t panic. His eyes surveyed his surroundings and found hope in a group of youths who had come out of a shop further down the road to investigate what was happening.
Deane saw the target move and fired again but he evaded his fire and reached a parked car. He signalled to Olsen to join his move forward.
Akira smashed the palm of his right hand into the face of the largest boy amongst the group, knowing it would give him more cover. The rest of the group screamed in panic and moved away quickly. Akira dragged his prize down the road and ignored the constant struggle from his prey.
Olsen swore loudly and took aim as he crouched next to a parked car. In his sights he saw the eyes of the hostage were white with fear. Crucial moments passed until finally, he lowered his pistol. Deane joined him and both men watched intently.
Akira came onto Blackfriars Road and deliberately dropped the motionless body which must have fainted, into the middle of the junction. What cars were around, screeched to a halt which caused a standstill that gave him more time. He shoved his way through a small crowd that had come out of the nearest nightclub and didn’t care if any of them were pushed into the moving traffic.
His dream was what mattered, a world that wasn’t led by the West. For what seemed like an eternity, he had waited in the shadows and now there was no one that would stand in his way. Since he had created his identity and left his past life behind him, Akira had been forced to kill several individuals from all walks of life that had stood in his way. The agents on his tail would be no different.
As he pumped his legs harder and harder, his head snapped back for an instant and he saw the two agents fight through the panic-stricken scene he had left in his wake. Just before he turned away, he caught sight of one the men. Memories flashed by in his mind at frantic pace until finally he recognised that Thomas Deane was one of his pursuers. Anger and pain consumed him. In his broken mind, he couldn’t stop the pure rage that reached every part of his body and he had to stop himself from turning around and engaging him head on. The dream was what mattered, he told himself.
As he ran his mind continued to work at a frantic pace. Did the agents have a clue as to who he really was? Out of the question. Akira was looked upon as another dangerous visitor to the UK and he couldn’t help but feel the irony. In Russia, only weeks ago, he hadn’t seen the world as clearly as he saw it now. There was not a doubt in his mind that the West could not be saved. The corruption and endless red tape that had drowned it year after year had destroyed it beyond repair. It could never be saved. The changes would be devastating and would start now. Akira gritted his teeth and stepped up the pace, determined to find that extra level of speed to make sure he would have time to end the pursuit.
Deane heard Marraud in Operations Command talk via the Bluetooth headset but he ignored it as he tried to catch up with Olsen.
Olsen turned into Paris Gardens, and the sight ahead made him stop in his tracks. The target had gone. He raised his pistol as a reflex and slowly walked along a path that was lined with trees and bushes.
Akira put every muscle on alert and waited. As he did so, anger surged through his body as he recalled patchy memories from his previous life when he might have held some deep reluctance for what he was about to do. The years had changed him however, and there was no turning back. Everything was so clear. He felt Madeline inside of him and with her the confidence that readied him for the final act.
Olsen slowly moved past several oak trees and took one step at a time. Not for one moment did he realise that he had already passed his target.
Akira slowly rose from the shadows and then leapt forwards towards Olsen. His hands wrapped around Olsen’s body and then he forced the gun to drop to the ground. A feeling of raw power consumed Akira as he held the man’s life in his hands. That feeling was now all that Akira lived for. He seized Olsen’s neck for the kill.
Olsen slammed his right elbow back with as much force as he could muster. He spun around but felt a shoe slam into his jaw and he staggered back.
Both men attacked and although Olsen was the more powerful, Akira’s speed of attack gave him the edge as he repeatedly landed successful blows.
Olsen was a master of Sambo and had spent years mastering the Russian fighting style. He moved closer to the target and made several hand attacks as he tried to prevent him from escaping.
Akira smashed into a park bench behind him and felt blood run from his nose. He glanced to his right and felt outnumbered.
Deane came to a stop in Paris Gardens and aimed his pistol but before he could fire, Olsen blocked his view.
Akira had already identified Olsen’s fighting style, and though it was polished, it was not without its weaknesses. As they traded blows, Akira allowed him to move closer and knew Deane wouldn’t fire if there was a risk he would hurt his partner. Eventually Olsen was within his reach and one well-placed jab to the temple was enough to knock him off balance. Akira didn’t miss his chance and grabbed Olsen around his neck. He held firm and slowly turned to face Deane, using him as a human shield.
Deane gripped his pistol hard and held his position. He glanced at Olsen who looked alarmed but pushed away his thoughts of concern. ‘There’s no way out of this. Release him!’
‘Shoot him!’ Olsen shouted.
Akira jabbed his hostage in the ribs and kept one eye on the man ahead. He desperately wanted to tear Thomas Deane limb from limb but he pushed it out of his mind and tried to maintain control. Madeline was in his thoughts and she too wanted him to engage. Akira stayed calm and slowly stepped back, taking his hostage with him.
Deane tried to find a shot, but the risk was too high. Olsen’s head was too close to the targets and the rest of his body was obscured.
Akira took another step back and stepped on what felt like a gun. As he stood behind Olsen, he glanced down and confirmed it was the gun he had knocked out of Olsen’s hand during their initial struggle.
Deane took a step to his left and tried to find an angle for the shot.
Akira had one chance, and he wasn’t going to let it go. He released Olsen and smashed his fist into the back of his head and then dropped to the ground to find the gun.
Deane saw the move and fired once but then turned to move when he realised what the target was reaching for. One shot clipped him across his chest as he dived for cover.
Akira fired again but missed. He tried to find Deane’s partner, but he too had found cover. Madeline screamed in his mind to run.
There will be another time my love. Go!
As he ran, he dismantled the Beretta and ran towards Stamford Street. Despite the scare, his arrogance and belief in his dream remained. The security services were close but they would be no match for him and his followers.
Thomas Deane slowly got to his feet and felt the damaged part of his bullet-proof vest. His chest felt bruised, and it was only then he realised Patrice Marraud, in Operations Command, had been trying to get in touch with him. ‘Standby Patrice.’
Olsen felt groggy but saw Deane emerge from the bushes. ‘We lost him. Are you ok?’
‘It was a close call.’ Deane put one hand on Olsen’s head. ‘You’re injured.’
‘I could say the same for you.’ He looked around for his Beretta pistol.
Deane’s mind wondered exactly who they had encountered. ‘Patrice are you there?’
Patrice Marraud exchanged a look with the on-duty manager in Operations Command at MI6 Headquarters. There had been widespread panic when they had lost contact with Deane and Olsen. ‘Report Tom, what’s your status? We lost you on the CCTV.??
?
‘We located the target, but he escaped. We’re in Paris Gardens, not far from the building in Stamford Street that we’ve been monitoring. Order all teams to converge on that location, we’ll meet you there.’ He locked eyes with Olsen and loaded his pistol. ‘This Operation is a go.’