The man smiled and held out his hand, as if he wanted to shake, then lunged forward and grabbed Hassan. Almost immediately he fastened a steel handcuff around the young man’s wrist.
Hassan stood up, trying to push him away, and a look of terror flashed across his face. ‘I’m wearing a bomb!’ the man shouted. ‘Be careful!’
Hassan struggled to understand what the man had said, but everything became clear as the man unbuttoned his coat to reveal a vest covered with packages and wires. ‘Nobody move or we will all go to Heaven together!’ the man shouted at the top of his voice. ‘Allahu Akbar!’
LAMBETH CENTRAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMAND CENTRE (11.45 a.m.)
Kamran walked across the special operations room to the SCO19 pod. Marty Windle had a headset on and was talking in a low voice as he stared at a CCTV monitor on his centre screen showing a view of the Kensington childcare centre. A police car had stopped outside, its lights flashing, and two uniformed constables were standing at the door and peering inside.
Windle finished his conversation and took off his headset. ‘There’s an ARV en route, ETA six minutes. It’s definitely a bomber?’
‘Two of the teachers are tweeting,’ said Kamran. ‘Same as at the other locations. If the six ISIS fighters aren’t released from Belmarsh by six p.m., everybody dies.’
‘Bastards,’ said Windle. ‘It’s kids in there.’
‘Since when have they cared about kids, or women?’ said Kamran. ‘They see all Westerners as valid targets. Now, how are you doing resources-wise?’
‘We’re running low on ARVs,’ said Windle. ‘We’ve got all three kit cars tied up already. I’ve put a call out to get any off-duty SFOs to come in, but that’ll take time.’
The two constables who had been checking the nursery walked back to their car. ‘That’s a good picture. Where’s it coming from?’ asked Kamran.
‘Local authority,’ said Windle. ‘The parents were causing problems when they were parking so the council set it up to fine them. It’s not quite a live feed, there’s a delay of about two seconds, but that’s good enough.’
‘Can we access the stored video?’
‘I don’t see why not.’
‘I’ll get Joe on the case, see if he can get us a shot of the bomber arriving.’
‘What’s happening on the negotiation front?’ asked Windle.
‘Nothing so far,’ said Kamran. ‘To be honest, it’s all happened so quickly we don’t have any negotiating teams in situ yet. All their demands are coming through social media.’
‘And what do you think?’ asked Windle. ‘They can’t release the ISIS prisoners, can they?’
‘I don’t see how they can, but that decision is going to be taken at a much higher pay grade than mine,’ said Kamran. He raised his coffee cup in salute and headed back to the Gold Command suite.
Inspector Adams intercepted him. ‘I’m going to need more people,’ he said.
‘Specifically?’
‘I’ve got two support staff monitoring social media and a third collating and passing positive intel to Sergeant Lumley. But they’re already overwhelmed.’
‘Bring in what you need, Ian.’
‘I think I’m going to need another three at least. At the moment there are hundreds of tweets a minute using hashtag ISIS6. Unfortunately a lot of it is just noise. Also, I want to get someone identifying the hostages — ideally get names and addresses and contact numbers. That’s going to take manpower.’
‘All good, Ian. I don’t think anyone is going to be worrying about the overtime bill on this one.’
‘And just to let you know, we’re having problems on the negotiator front. I’m now calling in officers on days off and most of them don’t have their phones on.’
Kamran smiled ruefully. Even the keenest of police officers didn’t like having to work their days off so preferred to switch off their phones rather than being put on the spot. He had to admit to pulling the same stroke himself from time to time. ‘Put in calls to neighbouring forces, see if we can borrow from them if necessary.’
The inspector nodded and hurried back to his pod. Kamran managed to get back to the Gold Command suite without further interruption and found Lumley talking to a stocky man in his early thirties, casually dressed in a black North Face fleece and blue jeans. His hair was cut short and he had a tan that was starting to peel around his nose. ‘This is Captain Murray,’ said Lumley. ‘SAS.’
‘Welcome aboard, Captain,’ said Kamran.
‘Call me Alex,’ said Murray, shaking hands with the superintendent. ‘Anything we can do to help, you just have to ask.’ He had a firm grip and the policeman noticed that his nails were bitten to the quick.
‘The SAS has a number of men embedded with the various firearms units, right?’ said the superintendent.
‘Across London, yes. A dozen or so at any one time.’
‘Can we get them to the various locations, especially any snipers you have? If you liaise with Marty Windle, he’s our tactical firearms commander. And they’re to report to the Silver officer at each scene, answerable to them.’
‘Understood,’ said Murray. ‘We’ve also got a Chinook flying in from Hereford as we speak with a counter-terrorism team on board. Eight men in all. They’ll be arriving at the Wellington Barracks in about twenty minutes. I’ve been told to tell you that we have another four teams on standby if you need them.’
‘I think you can take it that they will be needed,’ said Kamran. ‘We have four incidents already and if there are four, there could just as easily be five. Or six. Or seven. If that happens we’re going to be running short of ARVs so we’ll need your men.’
‘I’ll arrange more choppers,’ said Murray.
Kamran looked at Sergeant Lumley. ‘Do me a favour. Take the captain down to the SCO19 pod and introduce him to Inspector Windle. He can tell him where his men will be best deployed, then you can keep me in the loop.’
‘Will do,’ said Lumley.
‘And no offence, Alex, but no ski masks, please. We got quite a bit of flak last time we had plainclothes armed officers covering their faces. If they’re in uniform, masks are allowable, but otherwise let’s make do with dark glasses.’
‘Understood,’ said Murray. The sergeant took the SAS captain into the SOR and along to the SCO19 pod.
Kamran went over to Waterman’s workstation. ‘Still four?’ she asked, without looking up from her screens.
‘Fingers crossed,’ said Kamran. ‘But I’ve got a feeling there’ll be more.’
She sat back in her chair and looked up at him. ‘The thing I don’t get is why they aren’t better co-ordinated,’ she said. ‘With the Seven/Seven Tube bombers, they all went down at the same time. Why are these attacks spaced out?’
‘Good point,’ said Kamran. He frowned. ‘Can you pull up a map, then ID the locations and times they went active?’
‘No problem,’ said the MI5 officer. Her hands played across the keyboard and the screen on her left went to black, then was filled with a map of the city. One by one red circles marked the areas where the terrorists had struck. Brixton. Wandsworth. Fulham. Kensington. He stared at the screen. Two south of the river. Two north. All to the west of the city. Times began to appear under the dots. The Brixton siege had started at 10 a.m., on the dot. Wandsworth twenty minutes later.
Waterman grinned. ‘Do you see what I see?’ she asked, as the final time popped up underneath the dot representing Kensington.
Kamran checked the four times just to be sure. ‘They’re being dropped, one at a time. They started at Brixton, then drove to Wandsworth, then across the Thames to Fulham and headed east to Kensington. Okay, we need CCTV of the minutes prior to each siege starting. We’re looking for a common vehicle, something large. A van, a coach, a bus, something along those lines.’