First off, keep the reviews coming. Second is when you to a sense with a lot of dialogue in Italic image they are speaking French: I did that because I don't know French.

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Chapter 8: One of God's Better People

In the cabinet room the Prime Minister and his ministers with the heads of the intelligence services and military were listening to MI6 officer Charles Bolfe, Chris Engels handler.

"Good afternoon," Charles said to the Cabinet. "I wish I am speaking to you under better circumstances.

"An agent of my has worked his way into a section of the FFCI. Within the last few hours he was been getting information from they computer systems. Just before he was captured he sent financial records proving that Damio Pullson was buying bombs use them against us. SAS troops have now captured him and my agent is being rushed to hospital, but the troops don't think he'll make it. If you have any questions ask now."

"Can you get us a copy of the intelligence information?" the Deputy PM asked.

"I've sent copies to the heads of MI6, MI5, GCHQ and the chairman of the JIC," Charles said. "But there is still a lot more to investigate."

"Who'll be questioning Pullson?" David Johnson Home Security asked.

"A join team of MI6 and MI5 officers."

"How reliable is the information you got from the agent?" Edward Bear asked.

"90% sure that it's real, but we are running tests on it," the MI6 officer answered.

"Call us if or when you get anymore information," The Prime Minister said.

Charles hung up and the emergency Cabinet continued their discussion.

"Admiral," Edward said to the head of the armed forces, "How long would it take to mobilize the army for the curfew?"

Admiral Sir Henry Fisher was a 60-year-old Polar Bear in Black Navy Uniform. He came from a long standing military family who had often enjoyed being high ranking. He was an expert on naval operations but his knowledge on the army was not as strong. The situation against terrorism was something Fisher was going to be ill-suited for and it required a special forces' General. He would be great if the situation was a cold war against a powerful state.

"I admit that my knowledge on army matters is weak," Fisher said, "but it will take around two to three hours." He stood up and picked up his picked briefcase. He opened it, picked up a map and put it on the table. On the map was Diamond and the surrounding area. "The regiments available are 1st King's Riflemen, the 23rd Infantry, 5th Military Police and the 7th Light Armoured Division. We can contact the officers of the bases and they can start preparing troops. We can also order the RAF to send two jets up into the air now to monitor the skies above the city."

"I'll call Field Marshall Naysmith and get him to come here shortly," the Defence Secretary said.

"And I'll call Chief Constable Thomas," David Johnson said. "The police will be important for the curfew."

"Go ahead," Edward said.

"You know the Labour and Liberal MPs are really going to hate us for this," the Party Chairman said.

"Screw them!" David snapped, punching the table. "Our job today is to secure the safety of everyone in Diamond and other city terrorists have planted bomb in!"

"Anyway," the Chancellor of the Exchequer said, "we are not ordering the curfew, just preparing."

Knuckles and Jessica were walking towards the hotel where Dr. Francis Becker was staying. They had to go the long round because the way was through St. John's Square was blocked: so the two field spooks were going via Wilkin Street.

Both decided to go in a Sandwich bar for a quick lunch.

After getting sandwiches and coffee the two sat down and talked about what they were going to do.

"What I know of Dr. Becker is he enjoys a midday drink," Knuckles said. "He would only go to a fancy bar so the hotel bar is the best place to wait."

"What's he actually like?" Jessica asked.

"He is vile man," Knuckles said. "He believes everything he does is justified by God; including his countless affairs. He is the type of man who enjoys porn mags and other activates on those lines."

"So like any other bloke," Jessica joked.

"I'm not the one chatting him up," Knuckles relied. "Anyway I'll enter the bar first to see if he is in. I'll ring you if he is in or comes in. Once in go to the bar and get a drink. Make sure he sees you. Once he does then wink and all that; show him some leg if need be."

"KNUCKLES!" Jessica shouted in shock.

"This man is an idiot and a pervert! He needs obvious signs so that he knows that a woman likes him," Knuckles said. "Anyway went he goes towards you and starts talking to you start flirting and tough him and all that. Wait for him to offer to you to go to his room I'll follow from a distance. Once in I'll wait for five minutes before I knock and get into the room."

"Sounds like a good plan: it's just a shame I'll have to do it."

"Yeah well, life's a bitch."

Knuckles looked across the street and saw a small DIY shop.

"Give me five minutes," Knuckles said and got up to go to the shop.

In the helicopter rushing Chris to hospital the SAS troops were struggling to keep him alive. He was slipping in and out of consciousness and losing blood.

"Come on Chris," a troop said (the white tiger), "stay awake."

"Tell us about yourself," the bald eagle said.

"My full name is Christopher Patrick Engels," Chris said. "I was born in Quinn, a small town in Arven. I went to Queen Elizabeth School in Oakfield. I got A's before going to Cambly University doing degrees in Sociology and Psychology."

"That's pretty cool," the eagle said, "getting a join degree."

"No, two different degrees," Chris said. "I got first class degrees and then I did my PhD involving fascists, how their functioned, why they join, that sort of thing. I was recruited by MI6 whiles in Zandiff monitoring sympathizes to the NAZs. They got me doing that ever since."

"What were you planning for the future?" the tiger asked.

"To get a PhD in Psychology involving criminality and fascism and why people do it."

"Sounds like an interesting paper to read," the eagle said.

"You would think that."

"Come on Chris; you got to be positive!" the eagle snapped.

"Even if I survive I'll never work in MI6 or with fascists again. I'll have to settle to research and teaching and writing books."

"Isn't there a woman in your live?"

"Yeah," Chris said dreamily. "Her name is Jenny, Jenny Richards. She is 27 and works as a counsellor to teenagers; she'll very good. We live together in Emerald and I was hoping to propose to her once the mission was over."

"At least you can spend time with her."

"But she'll ask questions."

"You're a smart and resourceful bloke," the tiger said, "You'll think of something. Just let the doctors' deal with you."

As the tiger said that the helicopter landed on the helipad of the hospital in Diamond. Doctors and nurses were waiting for the injured MI6 agent and SAS troop for emergency treatment.

The other troops had to wait for an MI6 officer to interviews them.

"Here we are, the Devil's Hand," Claws said, looking at the infamous pub in Diamond. It was infamous for its rough image and dealings with criminal activities.

Ninja went in first. The plan was simply for Ninja to go in, get a drink and look for Gibson. Once Gibson was seen Ninja was meant to go towards him and talk to him. He was meant to talk to him about regular things first, then talk about being anti-government and continue to become more extreme.

Ninja went towards the bar and asked for a shady. Whiles he waited for his drink he looked around for Gibson. He saw the target seating at table with two other men, a Rottweiler and a black Labrador and they were watching the news looking for developments.

Ninja went towards the three dogs. This is going to be a bitch of a day he thought.

"Hey," Ninja said to them. All of them turned their heads to look at the lone wolf.

"What do you want?" Terry asked aggressively.

"May I join you?"

The dogs looked at eachother and muttered.

The Labrador turned his head and said: "may as well."

Ninja got a chair and joined them.

"What's your name kid?" the Rottweiler asked.

"Ninja," he answered.

"Surname?"

"Smith," Ninja answered quickly.

"What do you do?" Gibson asked.

"I'm a squaddie in Army. My first year. I would love to be in Special Forces." He was lying. He was doing a History degree. His career ambition was simply to be a writer but if he had to do something else before hand he would as long it lead to his dream.

"I was in the army once," Gibson said. "I loved it when I was in it. Bomb Disposal Unit."

"Was?" Ninja said. "Did you leave?"

"I was forced out."

"Howcome?"

"They thought I was involved with drug trafficking," Gibson said. "What a load of bullocks."

"Harsh."

"So don't get mixed up in anything dodgy kid."

Claws entered the bar. He also got a drink and then found a seat which gave him a good view of the K-9s.

"I'm afraid to say that Damio has been captured," Shijo Ajiu said to his ally over the phone.

Ajiu was in a private office in Diamond. It was registered under a pseudonym name to hide his tracks.

"That is shame," the man on the other end said in an Australian accent. "But we must continue in the struggle."

"We are not giving up," Ajiu said. "We are going to ahead with the broadcast."

"Who will do it?"

"I have another national willing to do it. It'll be done at one."

"See that it is," the Australian sounding man said to his counterpart.

In the Embassy in Troham, Dr. Torre was waiting in an interview room/holding cell. He was scared; unsure what was going to happen to him.

Am I going to die? Am I going to be tortured? were the thoughts rushing through his head.

He was sitting on a hard wooden chair topless. He was rubbing the areas were the SAS troops shot him. A doctor treated him but only to stop the bleeding, not to stop the pain.

Outside the room was William Gold and Brent Amington (a 32-year-old male giraffe) ready to interview the dingo. Both were experience MI6 officers.

"Here's the equipment you requested Mr. Gold," a young female dove embassy worker said to William bringing him a briefcase.

"Thank you," William said taking it off her hands.

Both the officers waited for the dove to be out of since.

"Let's go," William said to Brent and both went into room.

The officers enter the room. William put the briefcase on the table and opened it up. In the case were wires and two plastic boxes. One of the boxes had voltage counter on it, the other had items to view heart rate and a red light. William took both boxes out the briefcase, placed them on the table and then placed the wires on Dr. Torre's body.

"What do you want?" Dr. Torre asked.

"Information," Brent answered, placing a wire on the doctor's chest.

"What sort of information? Who are you?" Torre said in fear.

"Never mind that," William said. In his left hand was switch. "We have placed on you a lie-detector on you. We will ask you questions and everytime you lie to us we'll shock. Is that clean?"

"Wee," Torre answered.

"A," William said to Brent, "get the water."

"Right, Number One," Brent answered. He walked out of the room for second and then came back with a bucket of water.

Brent put the bucket by Torre's feet. He then put Torre's feet in the bucket.

"Right, lets begin," William said. "What is your name?"

"Pierre Torre."

"Where do you work?" Brent asked.

"Lemeséfense Weaponry."

"Now we got the easy question out the way," William said, "How do you Shijo Ajiu and Damio Pullson?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Torre answered. The lie-detector's light was turned on and William pressed the switch. Dr. Torre screamed in pain.

"We warned you not to lie to us," Brent said.

"Again, how do you know Ajiu and Pullson?"

"Damio sent me an e-mail two months ago," Torre said. "He said he could help me with my financial problems. He told me to meet him at Quanite, a restaurant in the city.

"When we met he told me he was a businessman with many interests in Troham and Freemantle. Over the two months I met Ajiu and other people and they were willing to pay me."

"What did they pay you for?" William asked.

"My good looks," Torre said. That was stupid move; William shocked him again and Dr. Torre was screaming in pain before panting when William stopped.

"THIS IS NOT THE TIME FOR JOKING!" Brent shouted, in his native tongue. Anger was boiling in his blood. "A BOMB HAS GONE OFF TODAY IN DIAMOND! WE KNOW PULLSON AND AJIU ARE INVOLVED! WHAT DID YOU SELL THEM?!"

"I… I … I don't understand what you are saying," Torre said; he was now even more scared of the MI6 officers.

"I was meant to be the bad cop," William whispered in Brent's ear. He then turned towards Torre. "What did you sell to Pullson and Ajiu?"

"Information; how to make bombs," Torre said. "I also sold them the equipment and a bomb."

"Anything else?" Brent asked.

"Non."

"When did you sell that to them?" William asked.

"Over the two month period I knew them."

"You idiot!" Brent said to the Doctor.

Sonic was doing some fine tuning to his guitar. He had finished the song he had written for Amy and he wanted it to be prefect.

"I hope you enjoy this," Sonic said and started to play the song.

"You're one of God's better people
"And you don't know
"That's why you're special
"And I cry so I can talk like this
"From my downbeat existence
"And I know that you can make my wish
"If my wish is pure
"But I don't know
"I just don't know
"I don't know
"Let me love you so
"Now I can't live this without you
"I'd die without you
"Without you, without you
"You're one of God's better people
"And you don't know
"That's why you're special
"It must hurt to see your favourite man
"Lose himself again and again
"And I know that you're my only friend
"From way back when
"My wish was pure
"It was oh so pure

"It was pure
"I couldn't love you more
"Now I can't live this without you
"I'd die without you
"Without you
"Now I can't live this without you
"I'd die without you
"Without you, without you
"And everybody's going to step aside
"As you spread your wings and you will fly
"And take me to the other side where they know
"'Cos I don't know no more
"I just don't know no more
"I don't know
"Let me love you so
"Now I can't live this without you
"I'd die without you
"Without you
"Now I can't live this without you
"I'd die without you
"Without you, without you
"You're one of God's better people
"And you don't know
"That's why you're special"

After Sonic stopped playing he looked at Amy. She seemed to be sleeping and looked so peaceful. Sonic stroked her head and kissed her on the cheek. Sonic at the point thought Amy was going to be fine.

Sonic then got the sense of something wrong. He looked at the door and saw a strange figure looking through the window. Sonic got up and went to door. The figure ran off and Sonic shouted: "WAIT!"

But it was too late. The figure ran away when Sonic opened the door and he couldn't see him or her anywhere.

Sonic looked down for a moment, unsure what to do next. He heard in the background coughing. Sonic turned his head and saw it was Amy.

"SOMEONE COME QUICK!!" Sonic shouted, hoping for a nurse or a doctor to come.

A doctor and two nurse came to Sonic's cry went to Amy. But it was not bad, it was good. Amy was waking up and just reacting to mask over her mouth.

At that time Sonic was kneeling by Amy's side, holding her hand. She opened her eyes and Sonic said: "its okay Amy, I'm here, I'm here."

Dr. Becker was sitting at a table in the bar of the hotel. He was wearing a black suit jacket, black trousers and black shoes. His shirt's top three buttons were undone. Around his neck was a large silver cross.

He had a small lunch and was now having a scotch on the rocks. He was predicable man, always having a drink after lunch.

Officially he was in the city as a guest lecture on Theology, which caused a lot of controversy in the press; but he also had other business in Diamond that day.

Becker took a slip of his drink and then looked up to see Jessica. She wink and waved at rhinoceros. She then moved her other hand on her skirt and moved it up her leg a little bit.

Becker finished his drink before getting up and sitting on the stood next to Jessica.

"Do you fancy a drink?" he asked.

"A rum and coke," Jessica answered. Her heart was racing. She didn't want to do anything with Becker but knew she had to.

"Barkeep!" Becker shouted, "you heard the lady."

He then turned his head back to Jessica and said: "I'm Francis by the way."

"I'm Mary," Jessica answered.

"Ah Mary, a good Christian name."

"It's not bad I suppose."

"What do you do?"

"Philosophy student," Jessica answered.

"Ah, Philosophy, an excellent subject, ever though I did Theology," Becker said to Jessica.

"I've heard about you," Jessica said.

"Have you," Becker said, knowing that she was flirting.

"Yeah," she said putting her finger on his chest, slowly moving it up his body. "You're Dr. Francis Becker." Her hand was now stroking his cheek and she kissed him on the lips.

Good girl, Knuckles thought, watching the two from a distance.

"I've heard you were one of God's better people," Jessica said.

"No I'm not," Becker said, "I just carry out the lord's work."

Yeah and how does blowing up a tube station show that you fuck! Jessica thought.

"You're just modest," Jessica said.

"Possibly. I just don't bother to think about it."

Jessica hated Becker. She could see right through him. He thought that he was doing what he believe in for the interests of the Catholic faith; but no decent Catholic could believe in force conversions and force mass and the destruction of other religious buildings. Becker had very few follows because the country was mainly Protestant and his views were too extreme. Even Becker's own son hated because of his views.

"Do you want to come to my room?" Becker asked.

"Sure," Jessica said. She had great doubts of what she had to do.

Both got up from their stood and went up stairs. Knuckles got up a follow the two up to the top-rate hotel room.

At Famesbury Park Football Stadium the security stewards and small police team were searching the whole area. It was standard procedure but because of the bomb it was an added incentive to search for anything of risk.

Diamond City had an important match against Emerald. Both teams were fighting for top positions in the league. However the board of the club were talking with the FA to postpone the match for another day.

One of the security stewards was looking in the toilets. He had searched the cubicles and was now finding the walls. He wouldn't normally bother but he was told to search everywhere and everything.

He put his hands all over the tiles of wall. All seem alright until he felt a tile loose. He tried to put it off but it was too high up for him to reach. He had to go out to pick up a stepladder.

Once he put it up in the toilets he climbed up ladder and removed the tide. Inside the panel was a silver object with wires coming out of it and a control panel on it. He knew it wasn't part of the stadium.

He picked up his radio and said: "There is a bomb in the toilets! Get the police here now!"

At the Plaza Hotel Jessica was lying on Becker's bed. Becker himself was in the toilet. Jessica was just Knuckles to come and sort him out. She could handle Becker but Knuckles was a much more willing and aggressive fighter.

Then there was a knock on the door. Jessica got up from the bed and went to the door. She looked through the spyglass and saw it was Knuckles.

She opened the door very quickly. Knuckles went in the room and shut the door once he was in.

"Who's that Mary?" Becker asked as he left the toilet. He stopped dead when he saw Knuckles.

Knuckles gave Becker a left hook. Becker fell to the floor; he was holding his nose; blood was coming out.

"Who are you?" Becker asked.

"SHUT UP!" Knuckles shouted and kicked Becker in the face. "Jess, get the chair."

"Jess?" Becker said confused.

"Yes, Jess," Knuckles said. "It's short for Jessica."

"But she told me her name was Mary. She lied to me. YOU'LL BE DAMNED TO HELL!"

"I think one lie to save the lives of thousands is forgivable in the eyes of God."

Jessica had did what Knuckles asked and moved the chair into the centre of the room. Knuckles threw a blue bag at Jessica and then picked up Becker.

He put the Doctor of Theology on the chair and then ordered Jessica saying: "give me the tape."

Jessica obeyed by taking the tape out the bag and gave it to Knuckles.

Knuckles put Becker's left hand on arm of the chair and Knuckles held it down whiles rapping the tape around Becker's wrist before ripping it off. Knuckles did the same with Becker's other wrist.

"Now let's get serious," Knuckles said. "Who are you working for?"

"What?"

"Over the terrorist attack? Who were you working for?"

"I have no idea what you are talking about?" Becker said.

"Rough him over!" Jessica ordered.

Knuckles put a piece of tape over Becker's mouth and started punch him all over his body.

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Also the song is copyright to Robbie Williams. The song is called One of God's Better People and personally I think it's great.