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Sporting Chance?

The Briefing Room was strangley quiet as Harry made his way to the head of the table. Calum and Tariq exchanged glances as Ruth closed her eyes for a moment. Only Harry and Zaf knew Ruth's migraines were steadily getting worse. Zaf resisted the urge to ask her if she was ok, knowing the last thing she wanted was for the rest of the team to worry about her.

"I see you all have your notes." Harry took his seat at the head of the table as Ros leant against the wall.

"Harry." Zoe started. "This is ridiculous, we have days to stop this. All with the knowledge that the Government didn't even want us to be involved in the Games." She glared at the Section Head as she spoke. The rest of the team remained quiet. Harry sighed heavily, he knew she was right but there was nothing else to be done.

"That is as maybe." Harry ignored the face both Beth and Ros were sending Zoe death glares. "But this group doesn't seem to care who is in charge of security, they intend to derail it."

"Bloody Hell." Calum shook his head as Ruth clicked a few buttons and turned towards the screen.

"Two individuals kept coming up in chatter from GCHQ." Ruth started.

"Nice of them to keep us informed." Adam muttered darkly as Dimitri shook his head.

"Have they ever?" Ruth watched as Adam smiled slightly,

"Never thought I'd say it but I miss Sam."

"No." Harry snapped. "This is the first we have heard of it. Obviously they have been flying under the radar until now, although it seems our counterpart over in Europe have been aware of them for some months."

"Nothing like open and honest information sharing." Alec snapped. Ros smirked as the former IA man grumbled at the end of the table. Beth rolled her eyes.

"Both men are from the former Soviet Union but this man has shown up on several searches. Viktor Kruchevski, 56 years old. Son of a former KGB officer. He has been in the Kremlin's bad books since the late 1980s when he sold a state secret to the Americans."

"Hold on." Calum looked up. "He sold a state secret and he is still alive? Bloody Hell."

"A case of who you know aswell as what you know." Harry smirked slightly as Ruth rolled her eyes.

"Anyway." Ruth turned back to the large screen showing the picture of their suspect. "It seems he has become involved in a group that is not only anti British but also known for derailing large sporting and cultural events. Brothers of Peace do not live up to their name."

"They are called what?" Zaf raised an eyebrow.

"You heard." Ros snapped.

"It translates to that from the Russian. Basically they feel that sport, all sport that is." Ruth paused. "Is just a poor substitute for war."

"So they disrupt and derail sporting events inorder to what? Start a war?" Beth shook her head.

"Extremists are rarely what we would call rational." Harry looked darkly at the desk. Dimitri nodded.

"Ruth, you said there are two men?"

"The younger." Ruth changed the screen as a picture changed to show a younger man with light blonde hair staring at something in the distance. "Is Julian Schmit. 39 years old, has been a bit of a drifer in his youth, it seems he met up with Viktor sometime last year. Although at the time it seemed innocent enough."

"Doesn't it always?" Erin stared at the screen as her blood ran cold. "Ruth, that man."

"Julian?" Harry turned to face the brunette as the colour drained from her face.

"I know him."

"How?"

"Ran into him during my time in K." Calum got up and left the room as she spoke. Harry narrowed his eyes as he watched him go. He had a very strange feeling he knew what Erin was going to say next.

"How?" Beth asked without looking up from her paperwork.

"He killed my fiance. He murdered Rosie's dad."

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The sun was high in the sky as Harry walked along the Embankment. He tried to ignore the posters and banners announcing LONDON 2012 as he headed towards the man leaning against the railings.

"Harry,"

"Home Secretary." Harry turned to face the swirling waters of the Thames as Towers nodded once.

"You took my piece of news seriously?"

"Home Secretary in the past few months this City has been gearing up to play host to the most prestigious sporting event that exists. There are delegates from more countries than I knew existed. Even the Queen's Jubilee wasn't this intense as far as security is concerned and you."

"Not me, Harry."

"Your Government farm this out to private contractors and when the shit hits the fan and the lives of civilians and the reputation of Great Britain is at stake you come running to us with some far fetched threat regarding a potential Russian bid to derail the Games." Harry shook his head. "It's almost laughable."

"Sir Harry." Towers deliberately used his title as Harry scoffed. He knew as well as everyone else he had not wanted the Knighthood and never used the title.

"Funny how the Knighthood is rolled out when it suits." Harry glared at the swirling water below. Towers fell silent.

"How's Ruth?"

"None of your concern."

"Indeed." Towers looked away, momentarily dumbfounded. "But wont you be needing an analyst to replace her?"

"The last two analyst who tried to replace her ended up dead. One a traitor and murderer. The other murdered." Harry glared at the older man. "I'd say Ruth is irreplacable."

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"Right then." Ros nodded at the assembled officers as she leant against Lucas' abandoned desk. She felt like screaming. They had two days, just forty eight hours to work out what the group was planning and stop it. The countdown to the Games now meant more to her than the rest of the country could imagine. She looked at the assembled officers knowing that with Harry meeting with Towers and Calum and Erin now emotionally involved in the case it was her the team would be looking to for guidance.

"We have just over forty eight hours until the opening ceremony. You've seen all the media coverage, this is going to be a big deal."

"Indeed." Malcolm shook his head sadly.

"Now whatever we think about decisions made around the organising of the Games we all knew this was going to be the busiest period in our history. Now we have these people to contend with and just forty eight hours." Ros paused, aware that she had the full attention of the team. "Those of you that need to make childcare arrangements do so now, because I can't see any of us getting home before the opening ceremony. Oh and for God's sake make sure you have enough to eat and drink, the last thing I need is anyone going sick, and keeling over on me."

"Shall I contact catering?" Malcolm looked up at her from his computer station. "See if they can be of service?"

"Yes." Ros nodded. "Tariq, Ruth this applies to you two especially,"

Tariq and Ruth exchanged glances before Tariq got up and headed towards the kitchen.

"On that note, I'm going to take my insulin and eat something." Tariq started. "Then I'll hack into the back accounts of our new favourite playmates."

"Good boy." Ros smiled before picking up her jacket and marching towards the Pods. "Zaf?"

"Yeah?" He looked up as she reached the Pods.

"With me."

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A/N Ok, Not the best thing I've written but hopefully sets the scene. Poor Calum and Erin! Please let me know what you think.