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.” He popped open the bag he'd brought and took out the wire cutters.Richard linked his fingers together and gave Michael a boost, grunting with exertion.“A little more,” Michael said.Richard lifted higher, and Michael gripped the top of the wall.He felt the rough edges of the brickwork cutting into his fingers, as he clipped away the first wire, and then the second and a third.“Hurry it up; my arms are hurting,” Richard said, with a grimace.Michael clipped the last one.“Got it.” He dropped backed down.“You good?”“Give me a minute.What are we looking for in there?” Richard said.Four Rotweilers trotted along past the bushes.Their owner followed behind with their leashes in hand.Michael pressed a finger to his lips, as they waited for the group to pass by.“Documents.”“That journalist is going to sell us down the fucking drain.”“Harris wants this guy.”“Yeah, Harris and nobody else.Sod it.Come on, let's get it over with.”Michael grabbed the bag.He pushed off Richard's hands again and clung onto the top of the wall, lifting each leg over in turn.He reached down then and began to pull Richard up.His vision drifted to the other side of the wall, and then he let Richard drop.He heard a thump and a curse.“For Christ's sake, what was that for?” Richard said.“There's a bed of punji stakes along the wall.”“No joke?”“Give me a minute to remove them.”He pushed off the wall with as much strength as he could muster and hit the concrete hard, landing a few centimetres beyond the stakes.“You okay?” Richard said.“Fine.Keep it down, there might be others about.”Michael yanked each stake out of the earth and tossed them to the side.A rusted ladder lay against the side of the building, which he took and propped up against the wall to help Richard over.“Are those cameras working?” Richard said.“Probably.We'll have to get the drives from inside.Let's go.”They jogged around the back of the house to the garden patio, and Richard pointed to the burglar alarm box partway up the building.“Let's be quick, okay? That one looks like it's actually wired up.”Michael picked up a lump of gravel from the patio and hurled it through the kitchen window.The glass shattered with a noise that pierced the afternoon quiet like a death scream.He took the hammer from his bag and smashed out the remains still clinging to the window frame.The burglar alarm began to shriek.“Shit,” Richard said.Michael climbed into the kitchen.Stainless steel cabinets lined the walls, and everything was built large, as though to accommodate two or three families.He stared at his reflection momentarily, as Richard climbed in after him.“Strange to have a place like this beneath the plate,” Richard said.“Maybe we'll find out why.I'll search upstairs, you take down here.We're looking for business documents and memory sticks.Got it?” Michael said.“Just make sure you get the camera drives.”He jogged up the stairs, inspecting each room until he came to an office with a door of wood and frosted glass.He tried the handle.Locked.Michael smashed the glass with the hammer, cleared the door frame and climbed through.A computer with a flat screen monitor sat on the desk, and two laptops rested on top of a cabinet in the corner.None were plugged in.He put the laptops in his bag and moved onto the filing cabinets.Two minutes later and he'd added a set of ring binders to the haul, and the bag sagged with the weight of its contents, strap cutting deep into his shoulder.Richard came up the stairs.“There's nothing of interest down there.Did you find the camera drives?”“Not yet.This machine isn't even on.” Michael yanked the wire out of the computer and lifted the machine onto the desk.He took a screwdriver from the bag, removed the screws and then slid away the case's cover to reveal the internals.“They've got to be somewhere.The walls? I've seen it before.I'm going to go and have a look.Don't take too long,” Richard said.Michael ripped out the wires plugged into the hard drive.Another set of screws held the drive in place, and he removed them as well.The drive came free with a tug.He placed it in his bag and hurried out into the hallway to find Richard banging on each wall with a clenched fist.“Anything?”“Too hard to say.Just tell me you got what you needed.”“I got it, don't worry.”Richard moved on, only to stop partway between two doors.He banged on the same spot again.“Does that sound hollow to you or what? Give me the hammer.”He reached out.A car engine rumbled from the street outside.Richard snatched the hammer from him.“Go see who it is,” Richard said.Michael jogged to the room at the end of the hallway, parting the blue curtains enough to look out with one eye.Four men climbed out of their armoured transport.Richard hammered a hole in the wall, and Michael flinched at the noise as chunks of plaster crumbled across the carpet.“Keep it down, it's private security; four of them.Two are at the front gate.The others are going around the side.I don't think they have the keys,” Michael said.Richard hit the wall again.“Damn it, the drives are inside a safe.I can see wires going in through the bottom, but I need a number and a key to open it.I've got neither of them.”He rapped his knuckles on the metal.“Explosives would do the job.”“Forget it.It's not enough to identify us.We've got a bigger problem downstairs.”Michael stepped past Richard and into one of the other rooms.He prised the blinds open and saw the pair of security personnel inspecting the hole in the concertina wire.One lifted the other up to look over the wall before he dropped back down again.“They've found our entry point.One of them is calling it on the radio.I think they're waiting for back up.”Michael turned his torch off and moved back downstairs to the kitchen with Richard.They removed one of the curtains from its railing and tossed it out the window to cover the shattered glass.A muffled clink sounded as they climbed outside.Michael heard garbled voices on the radio and one of the security team speaking.He padded across the patio stones to the end of the garden, craning his neck, and caught a glimpse of their entry point in the darkness.A flash of torchlight illuminated the side of the house.Richard removed the bamboo stakes from the gravel.The drone of another engine approached in the distance, and Michael wiped the sweat from his forehead on a coat sleeve.“You ready?”Richard nodded and locked his fingers together again.He lifted Michael up to cut another hole in the concertina wire.They landed in an alleyway of broken fencing and rubble, and behind that was a stretch of ruined street, covered in bits and pieces of Russian aircraft.Michael stepped over the debris, trying not to disturb any of it.More voices came from around the corner, and he paused to look back, watching three silhouettes climb over the original entry point with their guns.They cleared the rest of the ruins and found themselves on the next street, disappearing into the darkness before anyone could see them.It was icy cold in the office, and they sat in near darkness, light coming in through the window blinds from a floodlight on the underside of the platform.Michael listened to the sounds of the next shift arriving.Richard scraped more mud from his shoe.“You ever think about the war much?”“Sometimes.What's up?” Michael said.He continued eyeing the phone.“Just wondering; those planes reminded me of it.I was still at school when the war happened.That one we saw today? 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.” He popped open the bag he'd brought and took out the wire cutters.Richard linked his fingers together and gave Michael a boost, grunting with exertion.“A little more,” Michael said.Richard lifted higher, and Michael gripped the top of the wall.He felt the rough edges of the brickwork cutting into his fingers, as he clipped away the first wire, and then the second and a third.“Hurry it up; my arms are hurting,” Richard said, with a grimace.Michael clipped the last one.“Got it.” He dropped backed down.“You good?”“Give me a minute.What are we looking for in there?” Richard said.Four Rotweilers trotted along past the bushes.Their owner followed behind with their leashes in hand.Michael pressed a finger to his lips, as they waited for the group to pass by.“Documents.”“That journalist is going to sell us down the fucking drain.”“Harris wants this guy.”“Yeah, Harris and nobody else.Sod it.Come on, let's get it over with.”Michael grabbed the bag.He pushed off Richard's hands again and clung onto the top of the wall, lifting each leg over in turn.He reached down then and began to pull Richard up.His vision drifted to the other side of the wall, and then he let Richard drop.He heard a thump and a curse.“For Christ's sake, what was that for?” Richard said.“There's a bed of punji stakes along the wall.”“No joke?”“Give me a minute to remove them.”He pushed off the wall with as much strength as he could muster and hit the concrete hard, landing a few centimetres beyond the stakes.“You okay?” Richard said.“Fine.Keep it down, there might be others about.”Michael yanked each stake out of the earth and tossed them to the side.A rusted ladder lay against the side of the building, which he took and propped up against the wall to help Richard over.“Are those cameras working?” Richard said.“Probably.We'll have to get the drives from inside.Let's go.”They jogged around the back of the house to the garden patio, and Richard pointed to the burglar alarm box partway up the building.“Let's be quick, okay? That one looks like it's actually wired up.”Michael picked up a lump of gravel from the patio and hurled it through the kitchen window.The glass shattered with a noise that pierced the afternoon quiet like a death scream.He took the hammer from his bag and smashed out the remains still clinging to the window frame.The burglar alarm began to shriek.“Shit,” Richard said.Michael climbed into the kitchen.Stainless steel cabinets lined the walls, and everything was built large, as though to accommodate two or three families.He stared at his reflection momentarily, as Richard climbed in after him.“Strange to have a place like this beneath the plate,” Richard said.“Maybe we'll find out why.I'll search upstairs, you take down here.We're looking for business documents and memory sticks.Got it?” Michael said.“Just make sure you get the camera drives.”He jogged up the stairs, inspecting each room until he came to an office with a door of wood and frosted glass.He tried the handle.Locked.Michael smashed the glass with the hammer, cleared the door frame and climbed through.A computer with a flat screen monitor sat on the desk, and two laptops rested on top of a cabinet in the corner.None were plugged in.He put the laptops in his bag and moved onto the filing cabinets.Two minutes later and he'd added a set of ring binders to the haul, and the bag sagged with the weight of its contents, strap cutting deep into his shoulder.Richard came up the stairs.“There's nothing of interest down there.Did you find the camera drives?”“Not yet.This machine isn't even on.” Michael yanked the wire out of the computer and lifted the machine onto the desk.He took a screwdriver from the bag, removed the screws and then slid away the case's cover to reveal the internals.“They've got to be somewhere.The walls? I've seen it before.I'm going to go and have a look.Don't take too long,” Richard said.Michael ripped out the wires plugged into the hard drive.Another set of screws held the drive in place, and he removed them as well.The drive came free with a tug.He placed it in his bag and hurried out into the hallway to find Richard banging on each wall with a clenched fist.“Anything?”“Too hard to say.Just tell me you got what you needed.”“I got it, don't worry.”Richard moved on, only to stop partway between two doors.He banged on the same spot again.“Does that sound hollow to you or what? Give me the hammer.”He reached out.A car engine rumbled from the street outside.Richard snatched the hammer from him.“Go see who it is,” Richard said.Michael jogged to the room at the end of the hallway, parting the blue curtains enough to look out with one eye.Four men climbed out of their armoured transport.Richard hammered a hole in the wall, and Michael flinched at the noise as chunks of plaster crumbled across the carpet.“Keep it down, it's private security; four of them.Two are at the front gate.The others are going around the side.I don't think they have the keys,” Michael said.Richard hit the wall again.“Damn it, the drives are inside a safe.I can see wires going in through the bottom, but I need a number and a key to open it.I've got neither of them.”He rapped his knuckles on the metal.“Explosives would do the job.”“Forget it.It's not enough to identify us.We've got a bigger problem downstairs.”Michael stepped past Richard and into one of the other rooms.He prised the blinds open and saw the pair of security personnel inspecting the hole in the concertina wire.One lifted the other up to look over the wall before he dropped back down again.“They've found our entry point.One of them is calling it on the radio.I think they're waiting for back up.”Michael turned his torch off and moved back downstairs to the kitchen with Richard.They removed one of the curtains from its railing and tossed it out the window to cover the shattered glass.A muffled clink sounded as they climbed outside.Michael heard garbled voices on the radio and one of the security team speaking.He padded across the patio stones to the end of the garden, craning his neck, and caught a glimpse of their entry point in the darkness.A flash of torchlight illuminated the side of the house.Richard removed the bamboo stakes from the gravel.The drone of another engine approached in the distance, and Michael wiped the sweat from his forehead on a coat sleeve.“You ready?”Richard nodded and locked his fingers together again.He lifted Michael up to cut another hole in the concertina wire.They landed in an alleyway of broken fencing and rubble, and behind that was a stretch of ruined street, covered in bits and pieces of Russian aircraft.Michael stepped over the debris, trying not to disturb any of it.More voices came from around the corner, and he paused to look back, watching three silhouettes climb over the original entry point with their guns.They cleared the rest of the ruins and found themselves on the next street, disappearing into the darkness before anyone could see them.It was icy cold in the office, and they sat in near darkness, light coming in through the window blinds from a floodlight on the underside of the platform.Michael listened to the sounds of the next shift arriving.Richard scraped more mud from his shoe.“You ever think about the war much?”“Sometimes.What's up?” Michael said.He continued eyeing the phone.“Just wondering; those planes reminded me of it.I was still at school when the war happened.That one we saw today? 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