Adam and the rest of the gang were sitting in the meeting room. They had received a call from Zaf an hour ago, but since then the 'phone lines had been dead to Zaf or Harry.

Research had been slow, but eventually they had uncovered nothing. That is, there was no such group as The True Athletes, and the web pages were all falsified. But the bomb threats had to be treated as real, and Ruth was very really missing.

"That's it!" Shouted Adam. "I can't just sit here and wait for Harry and Zaf to be killed. Damn orders, I'm going to the Stadium!"

Sam hunched up inside herself slightly, intimidated by this show of aggression.

In fact, nobody there wanted to stand up to their team leader. And with that show of silence, Adam got up and left the grid.

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Leader was quite comfortable and happy in his little control booth. The tinted windows had been a thing of beauty, he'd never anticipated being able to spy on a worried MI5 agent, and it had come as somewhat of a bonus for him.

He lit a cigarette, well aware that it was unsafe, and caring not at all.

He pressed a button on the keyboard in front of him, and the computer monitor showing Zaf's progress down the corridors lit up. He pressed another button and another monitor, showing Harry standing still sprang into life.

Leader chuckled to himself. He knew this was serious revenge but it was also quite fun. It really was like being at a party. Just no party he had ever been to before. His plan was playing out exactly as intended.

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The radio that Zaf had given Harry suddenly played static, followed by Zaf's voice.

"I've found Bill. The voice was right, he's rigged up the same as Ruth. What do we do?"

Harry turned his back to the camera. He was fairly sure that whoever it was had been lip-reading, as there was generally no sound captured in those types of cameras.

"I have a plan, it might not work but it's all I can think of. Have you anything sharp on you?"

A second later Zaf responded.

"I've got a flip knife. What are you thinking?"

Harry told his plan: "We cut both wires at the same time, detonating the third bomb. If it works, we should all be home unharmed. If it goes wrong… well, I don't see another option."

The radio was silent except for a few bursts of static.

Eventually, Zaf responded. "OK."

Zaf and Harry's heartbeats were both pounding faster than they ever had before, but they barely noticed them. They both found the red wire of each hostages' bomb, and on a very careful count of three, they cut the wire.

The ground trembled, the walls shook, and Zaf and Harry fell to the ground with ringing ears. There had been an explosion somewhere near the North Entrance.

The plan had worked.

There was only the ringing in their ears to listen to, and a distinct lack of the Voice.

After a bit of negotiation, Harry and Zaf unhooked Ruth and Bill respectively from their bombs. There was only one problem – they were both still unconscious.

Harry radioed Zaf again. "Meet me by the North Entrance, if you can, bring Bill, if not, try to hide him somewhere safe. Failing that, hope that the bastard who did this isn't still here."

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Adam reached the South entrance just as the North entrance blew up. He didn't hesitate before getting back in his car and driving round to the other side of the building. Besides, the South entrance looked impenetrable.

He waited for the smoke and dust to clear, and tentatively made his way to the wall. He stopped, still outside the wall, and quickly darted his head around the wall for a quick glance, before once more taking cover.

He saw Harry and Zaf approaching. Harry was carrying Ruth, and Zaf was half carrying, half dragging an unconscious security guard. In the shadows, between them and the exit, Adam had seen the outline of a man holding a gun aimed at head height.