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held-open on empty and
still the dark blue van drove on.
    Ephraim had escaped and the Yeoman knew he
had to be away too, as much as it grieved him to leave without helping the
others. He had a mission and if he tarried the authorities would surely cast
him into detention. The sounds of firing had all ceased. He attempted a still
picture of the almost vanished vehicle but discovered his body camera had
stopped recording. Weyland hoped the battery had only
recently failed, not that it would have shown much anyway, given his mostly prone
position.
    The Yeoman stood up carefully left just as
the survivors were emerging from their hiding places. To several it was clear
he was the one who had saved them. He waved briefly and called out that help
would be on its way before moving rapidly towards his Land Rover. He’d parked
it on the very edge of the parking area, keeping it from most of the
machine-gun fire. Apart from a bullet nick in the back corner it was unharmed. Before
climbing inside he had a sudden thought and retrieved the folder Brown had been
glancing at. Inside the front-cover was a picture of him taken from his
military record with notes and annotations. Without time to read any more he
returned to his vehicle and checked his L1A5 SLR was still in its case. It was,
as were about two hundred rounds of ammunition in ten magazines. Weyland stowed the G36 next to it and removed the Browning
from the holster.
    As he made to leave the dead police he drove
around sent a weird feeling of guilt and responsibility trespassed into him. The
memory of the terrorists asking for him in the building made him realize he
perhaps was the main reason or at least an influence for the bloody attack?
    Was he indirectly responsible for their
deaths?
    Weyland didn’t think so, if the foolish idiot called Brown had not detained
him he’d have been on his way south unburdened.
    He exited the ferry terminal and turned
south-east just as the sounds of the police response unit became audible.
    ‘They’ll be from Lancaster,’ he thought confidently
to himself. ‘I hope they don’t try and pin all this mess on me.’
    As the convoy of police vehicles came into
view a feeling of fatalism came over him. A Land Rover Defender was a match for
few vehicles in terms of speed or acceleration. His mental state was that of a wary
wolf and Weyland was prepared to fight if they tried
to stop his vehicle. The treatment of the authorities of him was not forgotten,
despite their casualties. Weyland suspected the dead
or dying Commissioner Brown may have never intended to release him if he had
his way.
    The lead Enforcer of the police convoy paid
little attention to the slow Land Rover trundling along as it approached. They
had no report on a green Land Rover, only that shots had been fired and
casualties reported at Heysham ferry terminal. They
drove past him without slowing down. It was only an hour later when they viewed
the surveillance tapes that they saw the Rabians , the
carnage and the Yeoman warrior in action. His green off-road vehicle was
immediately flagged up for interception.
    The Yeoman drove on towards Yorkshire,
avoiding the motorways and using only the A-Roads. His vehicle was not
registered to his home address. Instead it was listed under the Yeomanry
barracks in the next town from him. For now Eric Weyland was off the radar.

 
 
    Chapter
2

 
    Crossroads

 
 
    Within two hours
of the Heysham attack the media-machine was going
into overdrive. Complete coverage was being displayed on all major channels. Emergency
services attempted to do what they could but the injuries were nasty. The
terrorists had used expanding ammunition making bullet-wounds even more
devastating. Deadly explosives meant some maiming and crippling was a terrible
burden to the injured. As they worked and toiled among the vehicles the announced
death toll grew and grew.
    First it was twenty-eight, then
thirty, forty-eight before stabilizing on fifty two
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