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Ros glared at her husband as Malcolm made himself scares, she knew the older man was as worried about the team as she was.
"Malcolm intercepted an email. Apparently sending condolences about our deaths."
Ros narrowed her eyes, the ice in the pit of her stomach spread through her veins.
"I am going to end him."
"Harry and the majority of the senior team gone means he can do as he likes." Ros watched as Lucas frowned slightly.
"You have a plan."
"We find Krycheck. Put her in the interrogation room and watch him squirm."
"You think he'll break?"
Ros raised one eyebrow. "I know he will."
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The sky above the safe house was as grey as Ruth's mood. She knew Tariq would break the code in a second, what worried her was what they would find. Beth had been genuinely frightened when she had left, the young woman Ruth knew had been a freelance operative for years was now clearly worried. She pulled her cardigan closer to her as she tried to force the fear away. Turning to re-enter the safehouse she sent up a silent prayer to the Patron Saint of Spooks that Harry and the rest of the team would find what they needed to stop Krycheck and Farquhar from destroying the team.
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The North London skyline did nothing to improve her mood. Walking along the edge of a small park she found the bench she was looking for. The man already sat there looked over at her.
"Morning."
"Yes, it is." She snapped as a cyclist passed them. "You have more for me than simply stating the time of the day it is."
"Come now, we don't have to completely dispense with basic niceties of life." The man smirked.
"Is he really dead?"
"Yes."
"Have you seen the body?"
"Well, no. Harry Pearce was pulled out of the Thames. His body was in no state to be viewed. He was identified by dental records."
"So, no." Krycheck hissed. "He is not dead then. You imbecile."
"I doubt his wife and daughter would have been so distraught as to have to abandon their jobs if he was not dead. Even Catherine Reed is not a good an actress as that." Farquhar hissed. "Harry Pearce is dead. And if your assistant had been worth anything Rosalind Myers and Lucas North would also be dead."
Krycheck smirked.
"I see you and Ms Myers have not got off on the right foot." She smirked. "You told me you would destroy Section D. You have no idea. You said killing Harry Pearce would be the easiest way to make sure the Section were in disarray and my plan would work. You are clearly wrong."
"Well, now."
"Now I no longer will wait." Her heavily accented English grated on his nerves as she glared at him. "You failed to remove Harry Pearce. You have no idea if it was really his body dragged from the Thames. You have not seen the body. It could be any balding middle aged man that threw himself in there."
"Medical records. From MI 5 databases. I. Well, really."
"Can be faked." She got to her feet. "Remove the Section. Disable them or I swear." She ran a finger down his cheek. "Rip the heart out of the Section. Kill Ruth Pearce."
"Ruth is harmless." He shrugged. "A heartbroken widow. A mouse."
"And you thought Ros Myers was the issue? You really are a stupid man. Yes, she is a threat but she is merely a blunt instrument. Like Adam Carter, Alec White and Beth Bailey. Just weapons. Remove them and there will be more. Remove the mouse and I promise you the whole pack of cards will fall."
"Are you suggesting I murder a woman who has just lost her husband?" He shook his head. "This is what Elena would want?"
"I am not suggesting. I am TELLING you. Do it. And if Elena had been given more time then she would have seen to it herself. I am telling you. That Mouse, that widow as you insist she is was responsible for my sister's death as much as Harry Pearce." Krycheck got to her feet, marching away as Farquhar was left watching her walk away.