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“Are you going to send Covert Eyes to London?”
“Drummond already has Mike, Ben, and Adam, more than enough boots on the ground, I think, especially if we don’t want them to know we know we’re onto them. Whoever them is.”
Savich said, “Hopefully, he’ll know more after a meeting at the Home Office this morning with the head of Radulov, Roman Ardelean himself. They’ll be checking MATRIX together. Let’s speak again at ten a.m. Drummond’s meeting should be done by then, so he’ll have some new information for us.”
“Copy that. Gray and Lia are going to start running diagnostics here, see what we can find. If anything. Hopefully this is a false alarm on our end and it’s only the Brits who are compromised.”
“I’ll begin a sweep on my end as w
ell. I trust there’s serious discussion at the White House about the wisdom of the president traveling to England at the end of the week, given the assassination of the vice chancellor of Germany.”
“You know he’ll dismiss it, claim he won’t be cowed by terrorists.”
Savich sighed. “You’re probably right. We’ll speak again at ten.” Savich punched off, went back to the office, and opened MAX. He didn’t know exactly what to look for, so he plugged in every parameter he could think of so MAX could search through all the communication systems for the Bureau and pick out anomalies.
An internal warning banner came across MAX’s screen.
“Are you right, Nicholas?” Savich switched to the BBC website just in time to see the panicked face of the anchor wrapping the segment. He turned up the volume.
“We will certainly have more on this shocking attack soon, but for those just joining us, the BBC is reporting that Defense Secretary Sir Terry Alexander has been pronounced dead at the scene.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
The Ministry of Defence (MoD or MOD) is the British government department responsible for implementing the defence policy set by Her Majesty’s government and is the headquarters of the British Armed Forces.
—Wikipedia
MI5 Headquarters, Home Office
Thames House
12 Millbank
Westminster, London
Ian filled them in as they rushed back to the Home Office. “Sir Terry Alexander was heading into an early lunch at Marianne in Notting Hill. The car dropped him off, and according to witnesses, he stopped to take a call, then stumbled, went down on the curb.”
Nicholas asked, “Was there a drone?”
“We don’t know. My God, sir, three in three days. We were told by the associate he was meeting Alexander for lunch, then Alexander was leaving for Paris.”
“I think Mike and I should head to Notting Hill, see the scene firsthand. It has to be a drone, and we have to find someone who saw it.”
Harry nodded. “All right. I’ll reschedule Ardelean. I’ll call ahead, let them know to expect you, so you won’t have a problem getting past the police blockade. Adam can continue searching the servers.”
Nicholas tossed out an arm, and a taxi stopped with a screech. He and Mike bundled into the back seat, and Nicholas said, “Take us to Marianne, in Notting Hill.”
“Won’t be able to do it, sir, the area’s been cordoned off. Some sort of attack.”
Nicholas said, “We’re coppers, they’ll let us through, trust me. And while you’re at it, could I trouble you for your mobile?”
The driver gave Nicholas a quick stare, then tossed his phone over the seat. Nicholas dialed Penderley’s mobile. No answer. Nicholas left a brief message, saying they were headed his way.
The driver had them there in twenty minutes flat. He was forced to drop them at the corner of Shrewsbury and Westbourne Park Road, as close as he could get. Mike passed over several pounds, and they were running down the street. They saw the flashing lights a block away. “There. Let’s go.”
Media vans were parked along the way, their satellite dishes turned toward the sky, and Mike could see at least fifteen officers in black uniforms wearing black baseball caps with a black-and-white checkerboard pattern around the brim and fluorescent lime-yellow reflective vests. POLICE was stamped on the back of the vests, and long truncheons lay at their sides.
There were a few heavily armed officers as well, with ear defenders on, heads turning, looking for threats.
