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Dark
Harry closed his eyes, as much to block out the cold grey walls as much as to steady himself. It had been a week since he had last seen Ruth or any of his family and it was beginning to get to him. He had been alone before but being parted from Ruth and the children, especially with the birth of his second grandchild imminent it felt wrong. He opened his eyes, determined to hold himself together. This was what it would take, not only to survive but to end the plans of one of the most feared branches of extremists in London then this is what he would do.
"Jimmy." He narrowed his eyes at the sound of his cellmate's voice.
"Yeah?"
"You got any ciggies?"
"Don't smoke." Harry answered. "Never have." That part was true at least. He laid flat on his bunk and tried to process what he had learned. It was going to be a long night.
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Ten Days Earlier
"It's definitely coming out of that prison." Ruth sighed. "I've looked through all the reports, had a look at the chatter coming out of GCHQ and it all tracks back to that prison."
"It does have some of the most dangerous prisoners on mainland Britain." Alec nodded. "How can we break it though? Somehow one of their inmates is organising a major attack to rival anything we have seen from Irish Extremists or our AQ cells."
"This is just another terrorist group." Adam joined in. Tariq and Zaf exchanged glances, knowing none of the team would walk on eggshells around them. If the terrorists were found to be of Islāmic origin then it seemed they would be the ones to go undercover. It was not something either man was keen to do.
"Ok." Ros paused as the team fell silent. "We know an attack is coming. We don't know what form it will take or when it will happen but Alec's informant has never been wrong before."
"Not yet." Zoe glared at the paperwork.
"This man." Ruth turned to the overhead computer screen as all eyes fell on the changing images on the screen. "Dominic Brewer. Aged 51, currently in prison for embezzlement. He has another five years before he has any chance of early release."
"What is he doing in there?" Beth leant forwards in her seat. "That place is full of the most hardened criminals in the UK."
"Think of Al Capone and his ilk. The only thing they could prosecute him for was tax fraud. Everyone knew he was involved in some of the most bloodthirsty crimes of his time. Think of Brewer as a 21st Century version." Ruth glanced at Harry. "He keeps his friends close and enemies closer. GCHQ think he is planning something and has involved three young men who are in there for violent crimes."
"Who?" Lucas asked. Alec pressed a button, aware that Harry had remained silent throughout.
"Aziz Kahn, James Lloyd and Lee Young. All aged 21 and 22. All part of the gang that robbed the jewellery shop in Oxford Street last year."
"When the young woman was killed?" Dimitri asked. Ruth nodded. Dimitri pulled a face. "They are sick. Really, I saw the news and if that is half of what the press is told then they are in serious need of mental health assessment."
"There were calls for the death penalty to be reinstated." Harry spoke. "We need someone to go in. Undercover, gain Brewer's trust. But also gain the trust of those three young men. It is a task none of us want."
"Harry." Ruth bit her lip, knowing her husband well enough to know what was coming next. Zaf and Lucas nodded.
"Ros, you are to remain here, acting as Section Head." Harry watched as Ros' eyes widened. "Ruth, you are to remain as you are. Dimitri, Zoe and Calum find a chink in the armour. Malcolm, find a way of getting air tight legends for myself, Adam and Zaf." He paused as Lucas pulled a face. Ruth relaxed slightly, knowing Lucas would not be locked up.
"Harry, if anyone can get them to slip up." Lucas started.
"I need you on the outside." Harry stated, leaving no room for argument. "We have to break this cell before these thugs bring about even more death and destruction. Malcolm. Those legends as soon as possible." Harry ended the meeting, knowing Ruth wouldn't look him in the eyes as she left the Briefing Room.
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Now.
"Jimmy? You awake?" Harry narrowed his eyes as he listened to the overweight, heavily tattooed man talk. His eyes focused on a chink in the grey brick wall.
"Yeah."
"You married?"
"Yeah." Harry knew that was part of the legend. He had insisted upon Malcolm making sure that was added. There was no way he was removing his wedding ring. "Why?"
"You miss her?"
"What is this? Twenty questions?"
"Nah." His cellmate laughed. "You keep yourself to yourself."
"No one elses' concern why I am in here or what my life is like on the outside. Now, Billy shut up and let me get some sleep."
"Aye." The younger man laughed. "'e was right."
"Who was right?" Harry's Yorkshire accent crept through his words.
"Big Dom. He said you ere a dark 'orse and 'e was right."
"Don't care what Dom says."
"Well, I got that. That's why 'e likes you." Billy yawned. "Don't kick off at me, I'm only the messenger. Big Dom wants to see you after exercise in the morning. Before visiting."
"Does he." Harry stated rather than asked, wondering what Dominic Brewer wanted to see him for. The familiar sense of dread mixed with excitement and a wish to go home began to build in the pit of his stomach. It was his 'in' and he knew he couldn't blow it. He could only hope Adam and Zaf were having the same luck.
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"Ruth." She looked up as she heard her name. Malcolm stood next to her holding two mugs of tea. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine." She smiled as he handed her a mug of hot tea. "GCHQ are talking about some merchandise that has been moved. It's sketchy at best but it seems to be something to do with this case."
"I see." Malcolm sat next to her. "Have you told Ros?"
"Not yet." Ruth sipped her tea. "She's with Towers. This op is probably one of the most dangerous we have run. Zaf and Adam haven't done anything undercover for a while. Harry hasn't been on an op since I came home."
"Harry was the best field officer of his generation." Malcolm smiled. "Henry, Juliet. They will tell you the same." Ruth nodded and smiled slightly, proud of her husband's reputation as a field officer. She placed her mug on the desk in front of her and sighed.
"I know." She paused. "That's what's worrying me. Harry was the best. What if he isn't now?"
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