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mouth with his hand.
    ‘Affirmative.’
    ‘Tango One is on the northbound train, now at King’s Cross. Over.’
    ‘Roger that. Over.’
    ‘I don’t think anything’s going to happen on the train. There is another Tango with him. Repeat, two Tangoes on board. Tango Two is an IC6 male, tall and thin, grey hoodie, baggy jeans, sunglasses and a red North Face backpack. Over.’
    ‘Roger that.’
    Passengers were now getting on to the train. Khalaf moved further into the carriage to make room at the door. Shepherd tensed and took a step closer to his door just in case Khalaf made a last-minute dash for the platform.
    ‘Euston is the next mainline station, then it’s south to Charing Cross,’ whispered Shepherd. A middle-aged businessman with a briefcase was looking at him curiously but Shepherd couldn’t turn away because he had to keep Khalaf in sight. ‘Get Alpha Romeo Uniforms to both locations ASAP.’
    ‘Roger that,’ said Brewer.
    Getting Armed Response Units to the station would take a few minutes at least, possibly longer depending on traffic. But it was the best way of dealing with any attack.
    The doors to the train rattled shut. ‘We’re moving again, I’ll be losing my signal soon,’ said Shepherd. The train lurched forward and within seconds they were back in the tunnel.
    Shepherd kept glancing at the next carriage, but the two men made no moves to open their backpacks. Khalaf kept looking at the Tube map by his head. Once he looked over at the other man and nodded. The other man smiled thinly and nodded back. Shepherd was tense, knowing that if at any point they began to mount an attack he would have only seconds to get into the next carriage.
    As the train began to slow, signalling its approach to Euston, Khalaf turned to face the doors. So did the other man. They were preparing to get off. Shepherd moved to his door, his heart racing. The train burst out of the tunnel and the platform flashed by. Shepherd peered through the window, looking for the exit. He had to know whether he would be in front of Khalaf and the other man, or behind them.
    The train stopped and the doors opened. Shepherd took a quick look across at the next carriage. Khalaf was getting off. The woman behind Shepherd decided he wasn’t moving quickly enough and nudged him in the back with her shopping bag. Shepherd stepped out on to the platform. The exit was to the left. Khalaf was striding towards it, the bag slung over his shoulder. The other man was about twenty feet ahead.
    ‘Jamie, can you hear me?’
    ‘Loud and clear,’ said Brewer.
    ‘They’ve exited at Euston,’ said Shepherd.
    ‘There’s an ARU on the way.’
    ‘How far?’
    ‘A few minutes. I’ll update you as soon as I know for sure.’
    Khalaf turned into the pedestrian tunnel that led to the escalators. Shepherd hurried after him. ‘Heading for the escalators now,’ said Shepherd.
    ‘What do you think they’re up to?’
    ‘I don’t know, it could just be they’re here to catch a train. Maybe off on a training day. Tell the ARU to approach softly, softly. If they’re just passing through the station we don’t want them to know they’ve been spotted. The second Tango is on CCTV here so make sure you get the feeds.’
    ‘I’m on it.’
    Shepherd turned into the tunnel leading to the escalators. Khalaf was already on one. He was walking slowly and steadily up. Shepherd followed him. Khalaf was showing no signs of checking for a tail, but then he had never performed any counter-surveillance techniques all the time that he’d been followed.
    ‘Heading up the escalator now,’ said Shepherd.
    ‘ARU is two minutes away,’ said Brewer.
    Khalaf reached the top of the escalator. He seemed sure of where he was heading and strode purposefully towards the mainline station. Shepherd carried on walking up the stairs. He put his hand over his mouth as he walked past a woman in a fur coat with a Louis Vuitton wheeled bag. ‘Tango One is heading into the