Ros looked out of the car window as Lucas drove through the streets of London. She knew the crash site where Beth and Adam had been run off the road was still a crime scene, making traffic near Thames House a nightmare. She also knew that the attack on her Section had meant they were three officers down. Beth, Malcolm and Adam were not going to be fit for duty for a while, even if Adam had argued that he was perfectly fine.

"Ros."

"Two ex MI6 officers, just released from His Majesty's best hotel." She narrowed her eyes. "Kill off their comrade."

"We don't know that."

"Bit of a coincidence if they aren't responsible." She glared as he overtook a cyclist. "Walthamstow."

"Yeah." Lucas nodded. "Harry said he is sending back-up. The clowns are going to be waiting for us."

"Armed?"

"CO19 on standby." Ruth's voice came through the earpieces they were both wearing. "Remember, these monsters have already put three of Section D in hospital."

"Not likely to forget." Ros snapped.

"She means they wont think twice about putting a bullet through your brain Ros. No heroics." Harry stated firmly. Ros could picture him stood next to where Ruth was sat looking more angry than could be good for his blood pressure. "I mean it Ros, Lucas. No heroics. Zaf and Dimitri will liase with you on scene. I would prefer not to have to tell anyone about your demise today."

"You have such faith in us." Ros smirked as Ruth rolled her eyes.

"Maybe that is because I know you. Get back here in one piece. All of you. That is an order."

"Yes Sir." Lucas pushed his foot to the accelerator as Ros shook her head.

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Will knew that if something felt wrong then it was wrong. Ruth may call it her 'spook sense' but to him it was just gut instinct. Trusting it had kept him alive more than once. He looked back at the room where Sarah and Malcolm were. It was clear the oldest member of the Section was beginning to recover from his ordeal and Will couldn't be any more relieved if he tried. He stepped away from the room, his hand hovering over his gun, he knew using it in the hospital was going to be tricky. One spark from the chamber and the place could explode. He followed the older man pushing what appeared to be a snack trolley along the corridor, only stopping when the pensioner turned to him.

"You wanna paper, son?"

"Er, no thanks." Will skirted around him, wondering how the previous generation of spooks ever managed to tail anyone when the public seemed to get in the way. She slowed as he realised the man he had seen outside the hospital room door was gone. Swearing under his breath he turned before heading back to the ward.

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