received was mainly concerned with their own actions in the room and whether they had perceived Mahood to be an immediate threat, something which they both confirmed, citing that with the intelligence of automatic weapons and way in which Mahood burst into the room, they had honestly feared for their life.
Despite the understandable nature of why Foster had fired, Foster himself could not get it right in his head, not because he was concerned about Mahood dying, it was the flashbacks and fear that he may have been found guilty of an unlawful killing if the jury went against him. This was of course an unlikely proposition, but after most of the media attacks had been directed at him and his name had been released in the papers, Foster had begun to crack up even more from the pressure. He had by now, lost the ability to control his own mind. And despite once being a very popular member of the team, Foster was now sat alone in the corner of the room sporadically muttering to himself quietly, his extreme behaviour and aggressiveness towards his friends and colleagues had meant that even O'Keeffe had started to distance himself after Foster accused him of being a traitor and 'one of them'.
“PC Foster, they're ready for you” the female court clerk declared.
Foster acknowledged her as the others members of the team looked at him silently, trying to figure out whether he was going to crack under the pressure or not.
“I put it to you officer, that you shot Mr Mahood because you wanted the glory of killing an alleged terrorist, whether he was armed or not, and that you wanted to be famous, a national hero. And your attitude when giving evidence today has clearly shown that you have the total inability to display any sign of remorse or regret” the defence barrister protested from across the court room.
Foster with his lack of a valid or relevant answer during examination had portrayed a sense of arrogance and that his actions were cold and calculated that night. And after he was accused of trying to be a hero and the words 'alleged terrorist' being used, Foster had stared at the barrister with an intimidating expression with his blue eyes almost turning black due to his pupils excessively dilating. As a result the once overly confident barrister seemed to back down in fear as he looked at the judge for support. That, combined with Foster's persistent mutterings during questioning (that required the Judge asking him to speak up and repeat what he'd been saying under his breath) had well and truly painted a very bad picture of him.
“Listen, Mahood was a deranged piece of terrorist scum who was shot because I believed at the time that he posed an immediate threat to my colleagues and me! Haven't I answered that sufficiently already?” Foster snarled which caused the judge to step in and ordered him to answer the question firmly.
After three days of being in the witness box giving evidence, Foster was well and truly done. He had spent the longest time in the box in comparison to his colleagues, which was quite an achievement considering that none of them had been quick. Foster's demeanour during the hearing had also meant that the Prosecution barrister had dragged Inspector Balham to one side to discuss his poor attitude and the problems it was creating for the case. However Balham spoke to him, his words ultimately fell on extremely deaf ears. If there could have ever been a situation where the jury would be anti-police, Foster had tried his damned hardest to create it, without quite being fully aware he was doing so.
The Prosecution laid down their case, the defence theirs, the terror suspects had been examined and examined again and the officers had been publicly torn apart in an attempt by the defence to create compassion for their clients. The Judge had heard enough and adjourned for the day in preparation of a verdict the following day.
“Right, well we can't go back to the hotel and just mope, let tomorrow take
Despite the understandable nature of why Foster had fired, Foster himself could not get it right in his head, not because he was concerned about Mahood dying, it was the flashbacks and fear that he may have been found guilty of an unlawful killing if the jury went against him. This was of course an unlikely proposition, but after most of the media attacks had been directed at him and his name had been released in the papers, Foster had begun to crack up even more from the pressure. He had by now, lost the ability to control his own mind. And despite once being a very popular member of the team, Foster was now sat alone in the corner of the room sporadically muttering to himself quietly, his extreme behaviour and aggressiveness towards his friends and colleagues had meant that even O'Keeffe had started to distance himself after Foster accused him of being a traitor and 'one of them'.
“PC Foster, they're ready for you” the female court clerk declared.
Foster acknowledged her as the others members of the team looked at him silently, trying to figure out whether he was going to crack under the pressure or not.
“I put it to you officer, that you shot Mr Mahood because you wanted the glory of killing an alleged terrorist, whether he was armed or not, and that you wanted to be famous, a national hero. And your attitude when giving evidence today has clearly shown that you have the total inability to display any sign of remorse or regret” the defence barrister protested from across the court room.
Foster with his lack of a valid or relevant answer during examination had portrayed a sense of arrogance and that his actions were cold and calculated that night. And after he was accused of trying to be a hero and the words 'alleged terrorist' being used, Foster had stared at the barrister with an intimidating expression with his blue eyes almost turning black due to his pupils excessively dilating. As a result the once overly confident barrister seemed to back down in fear as he looked at the judge for support. That, combined with Foster's persistent mutterings during questioning (that required the Judge asking him to speak up and repeat what he'd been saying under his breath) had well and truly painted a very bad picture of him.
“Listen, Mahood was a deranged piece of terrorist scum who was shot because I believed at the time that he posed an immediate threat to my colleagues and me! Haven't I answered that sufficiently already?” Foster snarled which caused the judge to step in and ordered him to answer the question firmly.
After three days of being in the witness box giving evidence, Foster was well and truly done. He had spent the longest time in the box in comparison to his colleagues, which was quite an achievement considering that none of them had been quick. Foster's demeanour during the hearing had also meant that the Prosecution barrister had dragged Inspector Balham to one side to discuss his poor attitude and the problems it was creating for the case. However Balham spoke to him, his words ultimately fell on extremely deaf ears. If there could have ever been a situation where the jury would be anti-police, Foster had tried his damned hardest to create it, without quite being fully aware he was doing so.
The Prosecution laid down their case, the defence theirs, the terror suspects had been examined and examined again and the officers had been publicly torn apart in an attempt by the defence to create compassion for their clients. The Judge had heard enough and adjourned for the day in preparation of a verdict the following day.
“Right, well we can't go back to the hotel and just mope, let tomorrow take
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