‘And they must know we’re onto something because of the alert 5 put out for Zaman,’ said Steven.
‘It must have been them who killed him to stop him talking,’ said Ricksen. ‘That’s why it didn’t look right.’
‘We know from the cover-ups of twenty years ago that the Schiller mob was well represented in the police, so maybe informing them is not an option.’
‘They must have a presence in 5 too,’ said Ricksen, thinking about the National Front infiltrator who’d ended up in the Thames.
‘Let’s define our objectives,’ said Steven. ‘We have to stop the “vaccine” from getting to the mass-vaccination clinics all over the country. Its starting point is…’
‘Lark Pharmaceuticals,’ said Ricksen. ‘They’re diverting their overseas supplies.’
Macmillan hit the intercom button on his desk. ‘Jean, we need to have everything you can get on Lark Pharmaceuticals as quickly as you can.’
‘Lark may not be involved, of course. There might be a plan to swap shipments somewhere along the line,’ said Ricksen.
‘Then it’s important we stop them setting out if we can,’ said Steven.
‘Easier said than done,’ said Ricksen. ‘Any word of such an attempt getting back to the Schiller mob and they’ll simply change their plans.’
A knock came to the door and Jean entered. ‘Something to be going on with,’ she said, placing a thin file on Macmillan’s desk.
Macmillan read in silence for a few moments before speaking out loud for the benefit of Steven and Ricksen. ‘Lark Pharmaceuticals was formed in 1990 as an offshoot of Lander Pharmaceuticals but has never been listed on the stock exchange. It’s a private company. Although the expertise came from Lander, private money from a body called the Wellington Foundation was used to set it up. It’s run as a non-profit-making concern. What profits it does make from the sale of its pills and potions and diagnostic kits and so on is ploughed back into its vaccine programme for Third World countries.’
‘So it’s a charity?’ said Ricksen.
‘Not with a parent company like Lander,’ said Steven. ‘Lander supplied pharmaceuticals to the Northern Health Scheme.’
Macmillan continued. ‘The head of Lark is Dr Mark Mosely, a previous associate of Dr Paul Schreiber, head of Lander Pharmaceuticals at one time.’
‘Schreiber was deeply involved in the scheme. He ran the pharmacy at Newcastle College Hospital personally,’ said Steven.
‘Mosely, a brilliant molecular biologist, was recruited by Schreiber after getting his doctorate from Cambridge. He rose rapidly in Lander and was given the job of heading up Lark when it was formed. He’s been there ever since.’
‘Being funded by the Schiller Group,’ said Steven.
‘So it’s Lark we’re after,’ said Ricksen.
‘An outwardly respectable company, doing its level best to help Third World countries and commanding the admiration of all…’ said Macmillan.
‘Currently about to provide the vaccine necessary to protect some of our most vulnerable citizens,’ said Steven.
‘We need proof,’ said Ricksen. ‘Cast-iron proof before we can touch them, and that could take time…’
‘Which we haven’t got,’ said Steven. ‘We’ll have to get the proof another way.’
‘What do you have in mind?’
‘Hereford,’ said Steven. ‘We don’t waste time with polite requests and bits of paper: we hit Lark head-on with an SAS assault.’
‘Jesus,’ said Ricksen. ‘Can you do that?’
‘Steven is ex-Regiment,’ said Macmillan. ‘His old chums have come to our aid in the past. The question this time is… do we need MOD approval?’
‘It could be argued that this is a civilian matter…’ said Steven.
‘Which might conceivably make it a Home Office affair,’ said Macmillan. ‘But this is big. We’ll have to seek the Home Secretary’s approval.’
Steven nodded. ‘She’s heard rumours about the Schiller Group in the past. It came up in conversation.’
‘Good. Who approaches her, you or me?’
‘You,’ said Steven. ‘I’ll call Hereford.’
Macmillan was with the Home Secretary for nearly an hour. He returned looking tired and drawn. ‘She will personally see that I am hanged from Tower Bridge if this goes wrong,’ he said.
‘But it’s a yes?’ asked Steven.
‘With you hanging beside me,’ continued Macmillan. ‘But it is a yes. Have you spoken to your friends?’
Steven said that he had. ‘I had confidence in your powers of persuasion. They’ll be here at eleven this evening.’
‘Are you going with them?’
‘Yes.’
Macmillan’s eyes asked the same question of Ricksen.
‘If that’s okay?’
‘You bet,’ said Steven. He turned to Macmillan. ‘We’re going to need Lukas Neubauer and the lab to be on stand-by throughout the night. I’ll get the vaccine to him as quickly as I can.’
‘I’ll talk to him. Strikes me it’s going to be a long night for all of us. I’ll ask Jean to arrange some sustenance.’
Jean had not only come up with food and drink for them by the end of the afternoon but also some publicity photographs of the Lark Pharmaceuticals building. Steven was able to show these to the SAS commander who arrived at a service entrance to the Home Office at eleven p.m., one of twelve soldiers dressed in black counter-terrorist gear, travelling in four green Land Rovers. The others stayed where they were inside their vehicles.
Steven had to admit that neither he nor Ricksen had ever been inside the Lark building.
‘Great,’ said the man, who introduced himself as Tim.
‘Relax,’ said Steven. ‘I’m not looking for subtlety here. I need you to hit that building like a train and secure it as quickly as possible. I don’t think there will be too many people in the labs and offices at this time of night but if there are any, contain them but don’t hurt them. I don’t want anyone going anywhere or destroying anything. There will be people in the transport bays loading vaccine onto lorries. I don’t want them or the vehicles going anywhere for the time being.’
‘Understood. And if we meet resistance?’
‘Overcome it,’ said Steven. ‘Minimum force. These people will be innocents doing their jobs. I just need everything to come to a standstill until we find what we’re looking for.’
‘Which is?’
‘Let’s say I’ve reason to believe that the vaccine supplies this company are about to send out are not what they’re supposed to be. I need samples for our lab to analyse and, ideally, information about what’s really in the vials. Last but not least I need any information you can get about the organisation responsible for putting it there.’
‘The vials we can get from the loading bay,’ said Tim. ‘And we gather all files, disks, laptops from the exec suites?’
Steven nodded. ‘The managing director is a Dr Mark Mosely. Concentrate on his office before anything else.’
It took Tim and his men eleven minutes to occupy and secure the Lark building. The personnel on site — mainly transport and loading staff, as expected — were herded into the staff canteen, given an apology, and asked to wait there behind locked doors until further notice. No one chose to argue with the black-suited, armed men wearing balaclavas.
Steven and Ricksen joined Tim in Mark Mosely’s office. Tim watched while Steven made a thorough search of the room, selecting items to take back with him to London along with the vaccine samples obtained by the soldiers from the loading bay.
‘Christ, I hope you’re right about all this,’ murmured Ricksen.
‘You and me both,’ replied Steven.
‘Make that three of us,’ Tim chipped in. ‘The boss isn’t putting this operation through the books.’
‘Could get a bit busy under Tower Bridge,’ said Steven, a comment that passed over the heads of the other two.
‘Ready?’ asked Tim.
Steven took a last look round the office. ‘I’ll just make sure there aren’t any wall safes…’ He was thinking about Charles French’s penthouse.