As Jim hurried through the conning tower door, the command, ‘Secure hatches!’ rang out.
With seconds to spare, the submarine commenced her dive into obscurity and vanished from the radar screens.
Meanwhile, the Harrier and the helicopter pilots were in conversation.
‘The possible vessel has disappeared,’ advised the Harrier pilot. ‘I suggest we call it a day.’
‘We give it, say, ten minutes and we return to base? Yes?’
‘Affirmative,’ came the Harrier pilot’s reply.
Over the speaker Rafi heard, ‘All eight terrorists and all eight service personnel safely picked up. Diving and going into silent mode. Will speak later; ETA Devonport in forty-eight hours.’
‘Bravo Zulu, out.’ A cheer went up. A sense of relief filled the air. The submarine was heading back to Plymouth with its cargo safely on board.
The Chancellor was still going strong. He had been going through the contents of the orange folder in front of him and was explaining how the Government proposed to improve the transparency of corporate ownership, and how it was going to remove the tax deductibility of losses and associated costs incurred by those speculating on naked options. Rafi didn’t catch precisely what he was explaining, but from the attentive nature of the faces around him he was still having the impact of a magician pulling rabbits out of a hat. His audience was enthralled.
Meanwhile in Luxembourg, as soon as Golden Sundancer had reached international waters, Giles gave the signal to the local police team. The gendarmerie was waiting outside Maryam’s offices. Her arrest had been authorised by the Chief of the Luxembourg police. The evidence he had been shown was overwhelming and, off the record, he had agreed that a trial in London with the other three terrorists would be the simplest solution. Neither spoke of extradition. A British SWAT team, including a couple of SAS operatives, was standing by.
When the knock at the door came, Maryam was found entertaining a group of EU politicians in her boardroom. Their lunch had stretched right through the afternoon. For her part, she was celebrating.
Maryam, with the support of her influential guests, put up an impressive verbal fight, protesting her innocence. Things nearly turned ugly when she summoned her two bodyguards, however, the local gendarmes were prepared for resistance and the bodyguards were quickly outnumbered and overpowered.
In the commotion Maryam was bundled out of the room by two SAS men, down the service lift into a waiting car and transported to the nearby airport. At the same time, a substitute with a coat draped over her head was taken away to the local gendarmerie to keep up the pretence. Nineteen minutes after the main group of terrorists were safely on board the submarine, Maryam was in custody aboard a private jet taking off for the UK.
At that moment, Colonel Turner gave the order for a message to be passed to the Chancellor of the Exchequer, who was still speaking at the dispatch box.
There was shuffling behind the Chancellor as he was handed a small folded slip of paper. He finished what he was saying, paused and then opened out the sheet so he could read the message. He read it twice. All eyes in the Chamber were on him. The silence was deafening.
‘Mr Speaker, I have been informed of a development; one which this House should be made aware. If the Speaker will permit, I believe that the Prime Minister should communicate this important news.’ The Speaker nodded.
Rafi grinned as he thought about the Chancellor’s stalling for time and the excellent initiatives he had produced.
The PM was passed the message, he read it, stood up and moved to the dispatch box. He hesitated, a ripple of uncertainty spread around the Chamber. ‘Thank you, Mr Speaker, I have some breaking news. I can inform the House that we have just received information regarding the terrorists who committed the recent atrocities.’ He straightened his shoulders and stood upright. The PM looked calm and confident. No doubt under the surface he was jumping for joy, but he was a master of his trade. ‘I can inform this House that special forces units have in the past few minutes successfully apprehended nine terrorists. They have captured the four leaders of the terrorist cell, the two mercenaries who wrought the carnage on Stratford and Cruden Bay, a recruiter of the Bishopsgate bomber and two accomplices.’
The PM paused to let the House take in the implications of what he had just said. ‘Furthermore, I am able to report that the two mercenaries involved in the attacks on Hartlepool and Heysham are safely out of action, as are the three who attacked Aldermaston. I am advised by the intelligence services that we now have in custody the leading players who conspired against us and wrought such terrible damage and grief on our country.’
There was a brief silence as the news sank in. Then, en masse, the MPs sitting behind the PM rose to their feet and started clapping and waving their order papers. Applause and cheers from the other side of the House soon followed.
Rafi watched as the Speaker let the House enjoy the moment before calling, ‘Order, order; pray let the Prime Minster continue.’
‘Whilst the terrorists were at large, I can reveal that we have been waging a war of deception against them. The terrorist attacks on Aldermaston, Heysham and Hartlepool were in fact foiled and what you witnessed on television were the army’s pyrotechnic skills being put to use. Attacks on the St Fergus, Bacton and Easington gas facilities were also foiled, as was an attack on the nuclear reprocessing plant at Sellafield. Sadly, these seven successes were overshadowed by the tragic events at Cruden Bay and Stratford. The catastrophic damage suffered at Stratford greatly saddens me. Memories of this attack will haunt me, forever.’
He paused to let the words of his last sentence sink in. ‘As we face up to the enormous losses incurred at Stratford, it is impossible to contemplate what the position might have been had the terrorists succeeded with all their planned attacks. Suffice it to say that we would have lost over fifty percent of our electricity and gas supplies and would be facing horrendous radioactive contamination in five locations.’
The PM looked up at the camera. ‘We owe a debt of gratitude to the commander-in-chief of our armed forces and his colleagues, who in the early hours of Friday morning responded to our intelligence sources and set in motion a vast damage limitation strategy. Operation Counterpane was set up to counter the anticipated attacks. It was the commander-in-chief’s foresightedness that enabled help to be at Stratford within minutes of the disaster occurring. We owe a huge debt of gratitude to the Royal Netherlands Air Force whose unreserved assistance was outstanding. And the Government’s thanks go to all those who ably and promptly came to our aid, in our time of need.’
Applause rippled around the Chamber.
‘The terrorists’ plotting was uncovered last week by the City of London police, during their investigations into the Bishopsgate bombing. The police and MI5 were helped to a significant degree by a tenacious individual whom they had wrongly arrested in conjunction with the Bishopsgate bombing. There are very many people to whom I would like to pay tribute. Their resolve helped stop the majority of the terrorist attacks, and their unstinting work following the Stratford disaster has been far beyond the call of duty. They know who they are. They did their jobs not to gain from being in the spotlight and to spin their story, but because it was in their very nature to fight against those who sought to bring this country to its knees. Their identities will be revealed in due course, but for the time being, let them relax in the knowledge that what they have done has been exceptional.’
The Chamber reverberated to loud cheers from all sides.
‘The past few days have been doubly difficult. We have been on the trail of the terrorists, but have feared that they might be tipped off that we were on to them, only to disappear from our radar screens and then go on to commit a series of horrendous attacks about which we had no intelligence. The terrorists used their huge wealth to build a network of clandestine informants and to extend their influence far wider than we could hitherto have anticipated. They took advantage of the opaque intricacies of our corporate system and our lax border controls to manipulate and steer events to their own end. The extent of their plotting will be revealed over the next few days.