12th September
Duck and Jenny had spent many tedious hours watching the live view of Fred Wycombe’s front room, and Duck had followed him on numerous occasions without further results.
They could have reviewed recordings of the activity in Wycombe’s flat, but that would have caused delay and possibly cost them time that they did not have. Wycombe’s mobile was encrypted in a way that prevented interception of calls, so good old fashioned surveillance, as Jenny called it, was the only method left to them.
‘Something has got to happen today,’ said Jenny. ‘Tomorrow is Judgement Day. If they don’t act now, they’ve decided not to attack Northchester.’
As she spoke, Wycombe’s phone rang. ‘Hello, David,’ he said. ‘Tomorrow morning, just before dawn.’ He repeated the words that had obviously just been said to him. ‘I’ll pick up Rebecca and the equipment, and we’ll get to the cathedral at about six – just before dawn.’
‘It would be so much easier to stop them now,’ said Duck.
‘If we do that, it gives time for WAR to attack in some other way,’ Jenny replied. ‘We need to prevent their destruction of the Northchester base at the last possible moment.’