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other. Ducking a
potential blow, the last remaining attacker glanced up to the
helicopter, which sat on the landing pad waiting to whisk survivors
to safety. Its blades spun frantically, deflecting the constant
rain. His desperate eyes looked behind his attacker, hoping to see
more of his comrades but instead saw the younger agent sprinting up
the lower levels.
    Deane couldn’t see his Spitfire
pistol but closed in to take the first step to some sort of
justice.
    In one swift
motion, the Middle-Eastern man in his soaked clothes and with an
evil grin on his face, whisked out a large knife from inside his
shirt and swung wildly towards the incoming threat.
    The metal
staircase was soaked with water and Deane struggled to move his
feet to avoid the attacks. One came within inches of his belly and
he was forced back towards the edge. Still the knife came towards
him, one swing coming perilously close to his face. He felt his
balance give way. Falling backwards, he reached out with his left
hand and grasped the wet rail, feeling his body cry out in
pain.
    Olsen froze in
position two levels below and squinted upwards in the dim light to
see a man closing in on his partner. Raising his Beretta, he fired
off several rounds as best he could and could just make him out,
running away amidst all the sparks.
    The terrorist
got to the ladder and started to reach up. He waved his arms
frantically, trying to catch the helicopter pilot’s attention, but
couldn’t believe it when the blades spun faster and faster until
finally it lifted away from the pad and started to climb into the
early morning sky. Standing on the roof, he screamed in Arabic but
never once saw the danger looming behind him.
    Deane was a
calculated fighter and knew where and how to attack. He flicked the
knife away and gave several jabs to both temples before smashing
his right fist into the face ahead. Hearing a nose break, he
watched the man drop to the floor and dangle over the edge of the
roof as the rain continued to pound down like crashing ocean waves.
The sight of the fallen attacker intrigued him. It was clear to see
that one slight push would be all that was needed to rid the world
of another threat. Memories of other Government agents past and
present that would take the easy option bubbled away in his mind.
For Deane though, there was never a moment of uncertainty. As he
pulled his prize back from the brink, he looked into the man’s eyes
and wondered how many innocents had died because of his thoughtless
actions.
    Olsen stepped
from the rain-slicked metal of the staircase to the roof and
holstered his Beretta. He was completely soaked through to the skin
and another large angry looking cloud hovered above. ‘That was
pretty close.’ He saw his mentor ignore his comment and continue to
secure his prize. Olsen was used to it, he’d yet to meet anyone
else as obsessed with his work. ‘I’ve alerted Operations Command,
they’ve dispatched a chopper in pursuit.’
    Deane noted the
puzzled look on his partner’s face but chose not to address it. As
the thundercloud above began to unleash more hell on the city of
London, he dragged his prize back towards shelter but froze when
the man started screaming rapidly in Arabic.
    Olsen had taken
enough for one day and pushed past. Shaking the man violently, he
tried to make him stop. He noted the eyes were transfixed on the
side alley of a building that could just be made out from their
position, some forty or fifty feet up. Tears running down the man’s
face accompanied sudden laughter that made the young MI6 agent
jump. Olsen struggled to make out some of the words but translated
‘new world’ and ‘fall of the West’. Repeatedly, he told him to
quiet down until Olsen’s fragile temper broke and he smashed the
back of his Beretta over the man’s head. Grateful of the silence,
he glanced back to his partner. ‘Did you catch all that?’ There was
no sign of Deane, just an angry looking sky and wave after