First Response (23 page)

Kamran nodded. ‘I hear what you’re saying, but the men in London, they’re British. They were born here.’

‘It’s not about where they were born. It’s about the mindset. And until you know their frame of mind, you can’t assume anything. It could be they’re getting ready to detonate come what may. And if they do, I don’t see there’s anything we can do to stop them.’

‘So what do you suggest, Captain?’

Murray flicked what was left of his cigarette over the side of the building. ‘Get your retaliation in first, as my old rugby coach used to tell me. Take them out before they get the chance to do it themselves.’

‘Even if it means hostages will die?’

‘Face facts, Mo. They’re probably going to die anyway.’

Murray’s mobile rang and he walked along the terrace as he took the call. Kamran went back into the canteen and paid for a tray of coffees, teas, sandwiches and fruit and took it down in the lift to the basement.

Gillard grinned when he saw Kamran walk into the Gold Command suite. ‘Excellent,’ he said, helping himself to coffee and a cheese sandwich. Kamran put the tray down on his desk.

Thatcher grabbed a cup of camomile tea. ‘You’re a lifesaver,’ he said.

Gillard took his coffee and sandwich over to the doorway of the suite where he looked at the large map of London and the red lights marking the positions of the nine suicide bombers. Kamran helped himself to coffee and an apple and joined him. ‘You know, getting them to the airport might not be a bad idea,’ he said to the chief superintendent.

Gillard wrinkled his nose. ‘We can’t let them on a plane,’ he said.

‘We don’t let them get on a plane. We don’t let them anywhere near a plane. We take them to a hangar where we can isolate them.’

‘How does that help us?’ asked the chief superintendent.

‘Numbers,’ said Kamran. He gestured at the map. ‘Between them they’ve got, what, a hundred hostages? Maybe more. But if we pick them up in a coach, they won’t get all of them on. In fact they’re more likely to go on board with just the ones they’re handcuffed to, right?’

‘That’s an assumption,’ said Gillard. He took a bite of his sandwich.

‘But a realistic one,’ said Kamran. ‘And if there were just nine bombers and nine hostages, well, we’ve improved the situation quite a bit.’

‘What if they insist on taking on all the hostages?’

Kamran shrugged. ‘We use a small coach. Coaches can run from, what, twenty-eight seats up to fifty plus? So we come along with a twenty-eight-seater. Even if they fill the thing, we’ve still vastly reduced the hostage situation.’

‘What about the ISIS prisoners?’ asked Gillard.

‘We’re not going to release the ISIS guys, that’s a given. And as soon as they realise that, it’s all over and everyone dies.’ Kamran took a sip of coffee. ‘This way at least we can save some lives, and make sure if anything happens it happens well away from the TV cameras. We can take them to Biggin Hill and we can make sure the airport is secure. But instead of taking them to a plane, we drive them into a hangar. Then we tell them it’s over.’

‘And if they kill everyone?’

‘They’re going to do that anyway,’ said Kamran. ‘At least this way we limit the number of casualties and the damage.’ He drank some more of his coffee. ‘Remember Operation Kratos?’

‘That was discontinued in 2008,’ said Gillard.

‘The name, maybe. But the tactics still hold good.’

Operation Kratos had been developed soon after the Al-Qaeda suicide attacks on 11 September 2001, when suicide bombers seized commercial jets and killed almost three thousand people by flying them into the World Trade Center in New York and the Pentagon. For the first time police agencies around the world realised they were vulnerable to suicide attacks and the Metropolitan Police sought advice from the three countries with the most experience of fanatics who were prepared to die for their cause – Israel, Sri Lanka and Russia. They concluded that shooting suicide bombers in the chest was almost certain to detonate the explosives and suicide bombers were likely to blow themselves up when discovered. By 2002 the police had decided that the best way of dealing with them was covertly and that the bombers had to be incapacitated immediately so that they had no opportunity to self-detonate. They released their new operating procedures under the banner Operation Kratos and it quickly became national policy.

‘Any confrontation should be in a secluded location to avoid risk to police officers and members of the public,’ said Gillard, frowning as he tried to remember the official wording.

‘Can’t get much more secluded than an airport hangar,’ said Kamran.

‘What else did Kratos say? Covert police officers should fire on suicide bombers without warning, aiming at the head?’

‘Exactly,’ said Kamran. ‘Multiple shots at the brainstem to minimise the risk of detonation. This would be textbook Kratos, except we’ll be using the SAS. Who, thankfully, are not governed by the Police and Criminal Evidence Act.’ He took another sip of his coffee. ‘And, just as importantly, we deny the terrorists the PR coup of having nine simultaneous bombings in London on TV.’

Gillard knew that Kamran was talking sense. Terrorism in the twenty-first century had become as much about social media and YouTube as it had about the acts themselves. ‘What about the driver? Assuming we do this, who’s going to drive the coach?’

‘I can ask my men for volunteers,’ said Murray.

Kamran looked incredulously at the SAS captain. ‘For a suicide mission?’

‘We’ll see what we can do to protect the cab, and he can bail as soon as the coach is in the hangar.’

‘Do you think Shahid will go for it?’ Gillard asked Kamran.

‘If he thinks he’s won, why not?’ said Kamran. ‘We’ll be telling him that he’s getting what he wants. How can he not take that as a victory?’

Gillard peered at the clock. It wasn’t a decision he could take on his own. It would have to come from the top. Number 10. But they were rapidly running out of time. The phone rang and Lumley answered it, then waved at Kamran. ‘Inspector Edwards for you,’ he said.

Kamran went over to his desk and took the call. ‘Hi, Ross,’ he said.

‘Have you been watching the CCTV footage?’ asked Edwards. ‘From the shop?’

‘Sorry, no, we’ve a lot of feeds coming in just now.’

‘Sami has released a hostage. A woman with a couple of kids.’

‘Did you promise him anything?’

‘He didn’t even talk to us. Still won’t.’

‘Do you have any idea what triggered the release?’

‘None, sir. Since our last conversation, we’ve had zero contact.’

Kamran ended the call and asked Sergeant Lumley to pull up the Wandsworth CCTV. ‘Three hostages have just been released from Wandsworth,’ he called over to Gillard. ‘A woman and her two children.’

Lumley had the CCTV feed up from the store but all they could see was the suicide bomber and the salesgirl he was handcuffed to standing at the edge of the picture. Gillard walked over to stand by Kamran. ‘Why would that have happened, do you think?’

‘It must have been Shahid. I told Edwards to minimise contact.’

‘It’s Shahid moving to maintain control,’ said Thatcher, coming up behind them. ‘He tells his man to release hostages, and you have to acknowledge that he’s in charge. And the fact he did it before hearing whether or not his demands have been agreed to is significant. It’s an ego thing. And that could be a weakness. I think Shahid has something to prove and he didn’t like it when you took the initiative.’

‘You think we should make contact with the other bombers?’ asked Kamran.

‘I think that might be unproductive,’ said Thatcher. ‘He might see it as a challenge to his authority. The first time it worked and hostages were released. He might not be so accommodating next time.’

‘So that leaves us with Mo’s plan,’ said Gillard. ‘Get the bombers isolated with the minimum number of hostages. Where’s Tony Drury? We need an EOD expert on this.’

‘He’s over at the SCO19 desk,’ said Sergeant Lumley. ‘I’ll get him.’

Gillard turned to Murray. ‘What do you think, Alex? If we can get the go-ahead to isolate them at the airport, could your men handle it? I don’t see it being resolved peacefully so it might be best if your men were there.’

‘To do the dirty work, you mean?’ The SAS captain grimaced and waved an apology. ‘Sorry, that came out wrong. Yes, of course, if this turns into a shoot-out then our guys are better equipped to deal with it. Your armed cops bend over backwards not to fire their weapons whereas we’re trained to keep shooting until the problem is neutralised. There’s another Chinook en route from Hereford as we speak. It could easily be diverted to Biggin Hill.’

‘Do that now so we’re ahead of the game,’ said Gillard. ‘I don’t want to be chasing up resources closer to the deadline. We’ve only got two hours as it is.’

Murray took out his radio and moved to the far end of the suite as Lumley returned with Drury. ‘Tony, we need to pick your brains,’ said the chief superintendent.

Drury leant against a desk and folded his arms. ‘Pick away.’

‘We’re thinking of isolating the bombers on a coach, driving them to Biggin Hill airport and placing them in an isolated building, like a hangar. It’ll minimise the number of hostages and confine any damage. It also means that whatever happens will happen away from the public eye. So my first question would be, what if just one of the bombs detonates. Will they all go off?’

Drury nodded. ‘In close proximity like a coach, almost definitely. I suppose it’s possible that if it was right at the front or at the back it might be confined to a single explosion, but even then … A lot would depend on the type of explosive, and we still don’t have intel on that. But even if it was super stable like C-4, one device going off a few feet away is almost certainly going to detonate the ones closest to it. And you’d get a ripple effect.’

‘And presumably that would be unsurvivable.’

‘You remember what happened to the bus on Seven/Seven,’ said Drury. ‘That was just one device. It blew the roof clean off and killed a lot of people. You’d get nine times that.’ He scratched his ear thoughtfully. ‘Actually, that’s not, strictly speaking, true,’ he said. ‘The whole would actually be less than the sum of the parts, because you would get some cancellation effects. You’d have opposing forces meeting with the bus, and you’d have shrapnel smacking into other shrapnel thus absorbing some of the force. But that’s purely technical and would make sod all difference to anyone on the coach.’

‘And outside it?’

‘As in the Seven/Seven bus bombing, most of the blast would be directed upwards. The bodies and the sides of the coach would absorb a lot of the sideways blast and shrapnel but the roof is generally just thin metal. You’d have a problem with flying glass, of course.’

‘Can we minimise that?’

‘The glass? Sure. We could fit anti-blast film. Maybe reinforce the sides of the coach with ballistic panels.’

Gillard looked up at the clock again. ‘We might have time to fit anti-blast film but not much else,’ he said.

Murray walked back over, putting his transceiver away. ‘The Chinook’s being diverted,’ he said. ‘Should arrive at Biggin Hill in about twenty minutes. What was that about anti-blast film?’

‘We’re looking at ways of minimising the damage if the bombs should detonate on the coach.’

‘Makes sense, but you need to be aware that if we do have to fire, we’ll be firing through the windows, obviously. Anti-blast film generally isn’t bulletproof but it’ll make it that much harder.’

Gillard turned to Drury and the EOD expert nodded. ‘He’s right.’

‘If we shoot and don’t kill, there’s a good chance they’ll detonate immediately,’ said Murray.

‘But the problem there is that if one goes off they all go off,’ said Gillard. ‘In which case we need to minimise the glass that’s flying around.’

‘We can make sure that our men are protected,’ said Murray. ‘We’ll have time. Personally I’d rather leave us with the option of shooting through the glass.’

Drury shrugged. ‘Six of one, half a dozen of the other,’ he said. ‘This is all uncharted territory. But as far as flying glass goes, yes, that’ll all be outward so if your guys can protect themselves it shouldn’t be a problem.’

‘What about the driver?’ asked Gillard. ‘Alex is going to come up with a volunteer but we’d like to protect him as much as possible.’

‘If we can get a coach to Drummond Crescent we could see about fitting ballistic panels to the driver’s seat,’ said Drury.

Gillard looked over at Lumley. ‘Can you get the coach sorted, Sergeant? The smaller the vehicle, the better.’

‘I’m on it, sir,’ said Lumley, picking up his phone.

It had just passed four o’clock, Gillard saw. ‘We need to talk to the prime minister now, JIC meeting or no JIC meeting.’

‘I can probably get my boss to interrupt it,’ said Waterman.

‘Please, Lynne,’ said the chief superintendent. ‘We need to talk with him now.’

The Sky News presenter was a young Asian woman with too much make-up. Faisal Chaudhry shook his head in disgust. She was a Muslim by the look of her, so why wasn’t she covering her head? The only reason he was looking at her was because he wanted to know what was happening around London. According to the woman, three hostages had just been released from the Southside shopping centre in Wandsworth. The picture then cut to a shot of the childcare centre in Kensington where a group of small children had been let go earlier.

‘Does this mean you’re letting us go?’ asked the man that Chaudhry had handcuffed himself to.

Chaudhry shook his head. ‘No one’s going to be allowed out until the prisoners are released from Belmarsh.’

‘What’s so important about them?’

‘I don’t know,’ said Chaudhry.

The man frowned. ‘Why don’t you know? You’re doing all this and you don’t know why they’re important?’

‘Just shut up,’ said Chaudhry. He glared at the staff and customers, who were all sitting on the floor by the toilets. ‘And you lot, keep texting. Hashtag ISIS6. Tell everyone that if the six prisoners aren’t released, this pub will be destroyed with everyone in it.’