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Recognition
Ruth looked over Tariq's shoulder. "Print that out. I recognise her but I don't remember where from" she pointed at the blonde woman on the CCTV footage. She looked very familiar and Ruth was couldn't believe what she was seeing. There was no way the woman on the screen could be the person Ruth recognised. She stalled as she was sure she was mistaken. Millions of women had similar features, she was stressed, seeing things Ruth reasoned to herself.
"Malcolm said to run it through your facial recognition programme" he tapped a few keys on the computer as the printer whirred into life.
"We've come across her before I'm sure of it" she shook her head as the printer spewed out paper.
"Malcolm has gone to talk to the security guard on the front desk, see if he remembers anything about her" Tariq smiled.
"Oh Tariq, its Stan on the desk today. If a woman has been in trust me he'll remember her." she smiled as she began programming the Facial Recognition Programme into the computer. She knew she had to be wrong but as the computer programme began searching Ruth knew that the computer would find out who this woman was. Just to make sure she called up personnell files that only Harry had access to.
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Across London Zaf was beginning to get concerned. He wasn't sure how long he had been missing but he knew his head was aching. Both hands were tied in front of him and he ached in places he didn't realise existed. As he struggled into a sitting position he was aware of a presence in the back of the van with him. He stayed silent, afraid that if he spoke he'd be on the receiving end of another beating. He wasn't in any condition to fight back at the moment.
He listened quietly as he attempted to control his breathing. All he wanted to do right now was give up, he didn't have any fight left in him. There was no real sound, just a feeling that someone was there and the unmistakable scent of perfume. Jo's perfume. Zaf concluded that he'd suffered a knock to the head and waited for his senses to return.
"Hello to you too" he heard Jo whisper in his ear. He wanted to cry, to fling his arms around her and kiss her senseless but he knew he was imagining things. Jo however was not behaving like an imaginary concept and refused to go away.
"Am I dead?" Zaf thought he was insane for asking. I must be delirious he thought to himself. Loosing the plot mate.
"Not yet" she was so close he could feel her next to him
"Jo" he whispered as the tears escaped his eyes.
"Not your time yet. You don't get the easy way out, fight this. Fight them" she sighed as he nodded. He could feel a lump in his throat but couldn't speak. He felt Jo run a hand along his cheek.
"Wake up and fight Zaf. For me yeah?" Jo smiled.
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Adam was beginning to get annoyed. This scum bag had threatened his life and that of his son. On top of that his best friend was missing. It was not a good day. Zoë glanced at him as he glared out the windscreen of his car.
"Do we have a plan?" Zoë's cut glass accent cut through the tension. She was alone with Adam as Lucas had been dropped off. He'd gone to speak to an asset.
"Yes" Adam's eyes never left the road ahead.
"Which is?" Zoë was as annoyed as Adam. She's seen the state Zaf's flat had been left in. It had turned her stomach to think of Zaf being there when the flat was broken in to.
"We find Zaf, we find Morrison and we lock him up and chuck the key away" Adam threw the car in to a parking space outside the shipping company based in the docks.
"Good plan" Zoë sighed as she unsnapped the seat belt.
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Lucas walked along the lane next to a few shops. He was nervous about meeting the asset Jo and Ben had told him about. He preferred to run his own but this man could be a lot of use. It turned out that Walshie as he was known was an associate of Matthew Morrison. Lucas didn't believe in co-incidences. He hoped that the asset would be able to give them a name that could get them to Zaf and in turn Morrison without things getting further out of hand. He knew Ros was still in the field and he hated the thought of her getting hurt.
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Zaf had taken his dream about Jo to heart. A sudden feeling of determination washed over him, rather than the desolation he had felt when Morrison and his friends had taken pleasure in beating him up. He opened his right eye, acutely aware that his left was swollen closed. He looked around the van, which was slowing down. He didn't know if the van was slowing due to traffic or if they had reached his final destination. He pulled on the ties around his wrists and winced as he realised they wouldn't break. The plastic had begun to chafe his wrists and Zaf bit his lip to avoid voicing his pain. Having decided there was nothing in the back of the van to help him he decided to play dead. When Morrison or whoever chose to open the door they would have a surprise waiting for him.
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Ros was alert as Harry drove behind the black transit van. Following her conversation with Geordie Jim she was livid. How Morrison had escaped prison was a mystery to her. Ros didn't like mysteries, she intended to solve that one. But finding Zaf was a priority. Harry swerved to avoid a cyclist as Ros glared. He was still a few cars behind the van, hoping to avoid detection when he realised where the van was headed.
"Idiots" he seethed as Ros glanced sideways at him.
"They aren't headed to the docks at all." Ros' head swung towards Harry.
"That lying piece of …" Ros pulled out her mobile and rang Lucas. Harry followed the van along the side streets as it entered the recycling centre where the team had rescued Zoe and Lucas from months earlier. Ros could feel the anger rise as she rested a hand on her abdomen waiting for Lucas to answer.
Harry parked the car as he watched the van enter the recycling plant.
"I do not like this" he glared out the windscreen.
Ros nodded as she waited for Lucas to answer as Harry decided to get the team to the recycling centre. The black transit van driven by Morrison was too much of a coincidence not be investigated. Harry muttered that if CO 19 were refused him again he'd personally drag Andrew Lawrence in to the field to see how he felt about doing the job without back up.
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"Where are you?" Ros snapped into the phone.
"Larkway Rise. Got to speak to an asset" Lucas walked along as he realised his asset probably wasn't going to show up.
"The van Zaf's neighbour saw is headed towards the recycling centre" Lucas closed his eyes and cursed.
"I'll get onto the others and meet you there. Ros?" his voice was lower more intimate than it would be if he was talking to anyone else.
"What?" Ros was in business mode
"be careful" he sighed, he knew it was pointless but he had to say it.
"When am I not?" she allowed herself a brief smile before hanging up.
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Ruth stared at the computer screen in shock. Then she ran the programme again. There had to be a glitch in the system somewhere. She didn't understand how the programme was throwing up a picture and biography of a woman they all knew to be dead. She frowned as she tapped the dead woman's name in to the computer. There was a mistake.
Malcolm walked behind her as she continued to tap the keys on the computer.
"Ah" Malcolm looked over her shoulder as Tariq approached the pair with two coffees.
"No way" Tariq stared at the computer screen. "No way!" he put Ruth's coffee down in front of her as the three stared at the picture of the woman on the screen.
"I spoke with Stan downstairs" Malcolm took his coffee gratefully from Tariq. "He remembered her. American lady, well spoken. Asked for Ruth by name." Ruth narrowed her eyes as she continued to read the biography on screen.
"Someone better warn Lucas" she sighed
"Yes" Malcolm sipped his coffee.
Ruth threw the paper file she was reading on the desk as a photograph slipped out. Sighing heavily she looked at her friends.
"It seems Sarah Caulfield had a twin sister - an identical twin sister. Samantha Caulfield but what does she have to do with Morrison?" Ruth sighed as she ran a hand through her hair as Tariq continued to stare open mouthed at the screen.
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Author's note: Had a bit of trouble in this chapter, hope you like this. Also wanted to give the impression that Zaf still misses Jo, so hope that worked. As ever please let me know what you think. Will update again in the middle of the week. Thanks xx