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radicalised and heading east, he was a student at Bristol University, School of Chemistry. He was there for at least four years eventually leaving with a Masters degree in the subject.”
John as slightly smug in his triumph, this man looked like the perfect fit. But there were still holes in the story,
“Highly educated, knowledgeable and determined, sounds like a real terrorist role model. Is there any more? How do we find our dissident?” Asked Jack,
John revealed more, “Just after he fled from Russia, Grey was implicated in an attempted contamination plot of the office of the Mayor of London, another high profile authority target. Thankfully it was foiled but in the subsequent inquiry afterward it was found that Grey tried to release a poison called Atropine, a liquid substance derived from the Datura plant!”
“The same plant used to derive Scopolamine back in the lab.” Replied Jack. Clearly he was catching on,
“Yes enough released through various methods is sufficient to cause headaches, nausea, dizziness and general disorientation. That was enough for the police to charge Mr Grey with terrorism offences. The investigation was carried out by the Serious Organised Crime Agency led by, according to this, our very own Inspector Brian Waterson!”
This was definitely a positive lead; the man clearly had form, a motive and history to boot. Jack desperately wanted to find him,
“Where is he now?” He asked knowing that John probably had the answers,
“Exactly where I managed to derive this info from, the police files, intelligence sources, well only as much as I can obtain with my level of clearance, and the prison service. Currently he is being held in Belmarsh Prison.”
“Then that is where we need to go.” Stated Jack.
They proceeded to get their coats, only interrupted by the ring of Jack’s telephone. Quickly reacting West turned round and grabbed the receiver. Instantly recognising the voice on the other end, told him exactly what the call was about,
“Right we’re on our way.” He said sternly. Things were moving along now,
“Who was that?” Asked John,
“The lab, some kind of development. Come on lets go.”
Both men stormed out of their offices towards the corridor. They hadn’t got 400 yards until they inevitably bumped into the scientist they had earlier conversed with,
“Hello again, Listen I’ve done a cross reference with local hospitals in the greater London area, checked stock records for items and the like. I have a match! Remember the number on the scalpel? That was a tracking number; I found the supplier and obtained their medical delivery records. The number 774459 indicates it comes from Lewisham Hospital, right next to Lewisham Park.”
This rang bells with Jack. Instantly his instincts about the scopolamine came to the fore. If that was a medical drug, a hospital would be the perfect place to obtain it, same with a scalpel. That would be if the scientist dipped in with a slight variation,
“Tracking this device I found one thing out, it’s not used in general surgery; it is used on cadavers in the hospital mortuary.”
He carried on. Clearly he had been busy himself,
“I know this hospital; I’ve done some research work there before, at the moment there are building or road works happening opposite. Perhaps your stone fragments and hessian could have come from there?”
Jack agreed, “It’s a possibility. We’ll have to see, thanks for your help. If there’s anything else let us know will you.”
“Will do.”
Leaving West and Hudson to go back to the lab, both men stood in the corridor. Jack began wondering what to do next, he now a more than one lead to follow. They decoded to chase the Belmarsh line first, heading back to the offices to get their coats was a fateful decision. Entering the offices they were stopped again, this time by Harvey. Ever present in his three piece power suits he cut a powerful figure,
“I’ve just had word from the
John as slightly smug in his triumph, this man looked like the perfect fit. But there were still holes in the story,
“Highly educated, knowledgeable and determined, sounds like a real terrorist role model. Is there any more? How do we find our dissident?” Asked Jack,
John revealed more, “Just after he fled from Russia, Grey was implicated in an attempted contamination plot of the office of the Mayor of London, another high profile authority target. Thankfully it was foiled but in the subsequent inquiry afterward it was found that Grey tried to release a poison called Atropine, a liquid substance derived from the Datura plant!”
“The same plant used to derive Scopolamine back in the lab.” Replied Jack. Clearly he was catching on,
“Yes enough released through various methods is sufficient to cause headaches, nausea, dizziness and general disorientation. That was enough for the police to charge Mr Grey with terrorism offences. The investigation was carried out by the Serious Organised Crime Agency led by, according to this, our very own Inspector Brian Waterson!”
This was definitely a positive lead; the man clearly had form, a motive and history to boot. Jack desperately wanted to find him,
“Where is he now?” He asked knowing that John probably had the answers,
“Exactly where I managed to derive this info from, the police files, intelligence sources, well only as much as I can obtain with my level of clearance, and the prison service. Currently he is being held in Belmarsh Prison.”
“Then that is where we need to go.” Stated Jack.
They proceeded to get their coats, only interrupted by the ring of Jack’s telephone. Quickly reacting West turned round and grabbed the receiver. Instantly recognising the voice on the other end, told him exactly what the call was about,
“Right we’re on our way.” He said sternly. Things were moving along now,
“Who was that?” Asked John,
“The lab, some kind of development. Come on lets go.”
Both men stormed out of their offices towards the corridor. They hadn’t got 400 yards until they inevitably bumped into the scientist they had earlier conversed with,
“Hello again, Listen I’ve done a cross reference with local hospitals in the greater London area, checked stock records for items and the like. I have a match! Remember the number on the scalpel? That was a tracking number; I found the supplier and obtained their medical delivery records. The number 774459 indicates it comes from Lewisham Hospital, right next to Lewisham Park.”
This rang bells with Jack. Instantly his instincts about the scopolamine came to the fore. If that was a medical drug, a hospital would be the perfect place to obtain it, same with a scalpel. That would be if the scientist dipped in with a slight variation,
“Tracking this device I found one thing out, it’s not used in general surgery; it is used on cadavers in the hospital mortuary.”
He carried on. Clearly he had been busy himself,
“I know this hospital; I’ve done some research work there before, at the moment there are building or road works happening opposite. Perhaps your stone fragments and hessian could have come from there?”
Jack agreed, “It’s a possibility. We’ll have to see, thanks for your help. If there’s anything else let us know will you.”
“Will do.”
Leaving West and Hudson to go back to the lab, both men stood in the corridor. Jack began wondering what to do next, he now a more than one lead to follow. They decoded to chase the Belmarsh line first, heading back to the offices to get their coats was a fateful decision. Entering the offices they were stopped again, this time by Harvey. Ever present in his three piece power suits he cut a powerful figure,
“I’ve just had word from the
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