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bee of the Aggressor squadron by accident. The airfield lay alongside _ television until the fuss died down. Only then would he travel the main Al(M) trunk road which ran from London to Scotland —_ across London and catch the shuttle from Heathrow to Brussels on and was continually crowded with heavy traffic, making covert the first leg of his complex flight schedule back to Calcutta. entry into England a dream. As the blue Ford joined the stream of Walking downstairs, Mike-Alpha-Delta-3 entered the dining room vehicles heading south to London, Mike-Alpha-Delta-3 was with- _ and ate a large breakfast of bacon and eggs before settling down to in 15 miles of a large, familiar house in a village just outside read the London moming newspapers. Peterborough. The house belonged to John Dwyer, the man who Later, he rose casually, donned the Barbour coat and picked up first gave Otto's name to his CIA contact in Salt Lake City. the large black plastic wallet. Leaving the club, he turned left and Though Otto had visited the house many times, Mike-Alpha- walked casually for three blocks. As expected, a black Honda Delta-3 failed to make the connection. Otto had first met Dwyer CX-500 courier motorcycle stood waiting next to the kerb. in 1981 when he was 38 years old. Now, as the 27-year-old Mike- Unlocking a side pannier with his keys, Mike-Alpha-Delta-3 took Alpha-Delta-3, he was not due to meet John Dwyer or see his _the courier bag out of its plastic wallet and dropped both items house for another eleven years. Making the connection would into the pannier. Next, he opened the large pillion-box and have been impossible. removed a full-face crash-helmet before mounting the Honda and Though the driver of the Ford saloon was an air force major, he switching on the two-way courier radio. Mike-Alpha-Delta-3's had no idea what his passenger's mission was. All the major had helmet headphones came alive as he drove down the street. been told was that the colonel had to be delivered to a street in _ Unlike hundreds of real couriers riding black Honda_CX-500 Watford, where he would be collected by another driver for the motorcycles around London that day, he listened only to the oper- rest of his journey. Neither man said much as the Ford drove _ ational frequencies of the Metropolitan Police Force. steadily south, the major carefully staying below the legal speed The Honda attracted no attention as it weaved through the usual limit. At Watford, the colonel transferred to another car, the sec- _ traffic jams in Piccadilly before turning into Jermyn Sweet, slow- ond of four used as cut-outs before he ing to walking pace as it entered Duke of arrived at his final destination. After the York. Ahead of him, Mike-Alpha-Delta-3 could see crowd-control barriers with hood- fourth car dropped him, Mike-Alpha- . Delta-3 slowly walked the last half-mile Breathing slowly and ed demonstrators moving around behind ocen eos nay es steadily Scans sate Knocking discreetly, he waited patient- Mike-Alpha-Delta-3 demonstrator's large placards: "DOWN viainer who immediaichy led hig Waited for the two quick yin. san bat someone should have upstairs and ushered him into a room. flashes of light that would checked the spelling. Posing as a bunch of Hs Smeoin ics on. tndd fell inn the selected target cain ibyn neers, te hit After confirming his new guest would was just about to enter to know the correct name of Libya's leader: like to dine at 8 pm, the elderly retainer ‘killing. Qadhafi, not Gaddafi. ret Ag closing the door quietly the killing zone. o a ot ee im. : elta-3 remov: e courier bag and strode Unknown to members of the public, the purposefully to the back door of No. 8 St club was really a fully-serviced 'safe house’. With a small bar, a | James Square. Unlocking the door with his own key, he stepped dining room and less than a dozen bedrooms, it had provided dis- _ inside and closed the door behind him. Walking through the dark creet but “=? ee gn fora + of lip a = reg vis- — ee a — to ~ upper itors over the years. After opening his suitcase and taking out a loor, being careful not to tou e poli: wooden banisters. clean shirt and underwear for the morning, Mike-Alpha-Delta-3 Entering a front room and listening to the chanting from the turned to the box and checked the contents before removing a square below, Mike-Alpha-Delta-3 removed the box from the bunch of keys and two other items. Unrolling a large garish plas- _ courier bag, and quickly fitted sonic ear-protectors before donning tic courier bag, he placed the box inside and sealed the bag before a black balaclava and pulling on a pair of thin surgical rubber placing it back on the table. The address was clearly visible: gloves. His face masked against accidental detection, Mike- "Enserch Corporation, 8 St James Square"—in reality, the discreet Alpha-Delta-3 turned and moved slowly to the polished wooden address of a Howard Hughes subsidiary. Next, he unfolded a table in the centre of the room, looking down with professional large plain black plastic wallet and placed the courier bag inside. _interest at the automatic assault rifle pre-positioned on the table Happy with his work, Mike-Alpha-Delta-3 walked downstairs for for his use. Standing perfectly still, he watched the minute hand dinner in the deserted dining room before returning to his room to _ slowly advance around his black-faced precision chronometer. get a good night's sleep. It had been a long trip from Morocco, Exactly at the prearranged time, Mike-Alpha-Delta-3 picked up and sleep came swiftly. the specially-shortened Heckler & Koch assault rifle from the After waking at 7 am the next morning, Mike-Alpha-Delta-3 table. The Heckler & Koch was fitted with a Juno muzzle-brake had a long, hot bath and dressed carefully. Locking his suitcase, on its stub barrel to muffle the direction of the shots, and a short- he turned towards the door carrying the large black plastic wallet. range parallax-corrected telescopic sight. He'd been briefed the When the mission was complete, he would return to the discreet flush ammunition clip forward of the HK's trigger-guard held only club to lay low for three days. The chaos following his mission five high-velocity fragmentation rounds, but they would be would not fool the British police or intelligence services for more enough. Mike-Alpha-Delta-3 had been ordered to shoot for maxi- than a few hours, after which they would tum London upside mum media effect, and needed only three. down in a frantic attempt to find the operative responsible. With a little luck, Mike-Alpha-Delta-3 would be in his room watching “4 NEXUS¢27 AUGUST - SEPTEMBER 1994