DARE DEVIL THIEVES X CHAPTER 8

silhouette photo of a man with hat standing near concrete building at daytime
Agent Soma was almost literally wading through the Thames going by his feeling. It was now the case of the hunter becoming the hunted.
The congregated forces have now stripped him of all his privileges to the barest minimum, even, his diplomatic passport was taken from him and had his official status redacted on a classified file!
No matter what he says anywhere, or tell any official to check out, it is simply not there, nobody can find it! All his clandestine missions to 17 European countries and 6 African countries, all his trainings with the CIA, Navy Seals, Mossad, British SAS and MI6 are now officially classified, and he is just a normal civilian with a little past history that includes a spell at the mental institution following some drug abuse!
That never happened of course, he knew the agency were now at work! That is always the first line of attack on any targeted person - kill the character and the reputation! Nobody would trust the testimony of someone who has messed around with drugs and had got committed into an institution...not even a Rehab centre, but a mental institution! Nobody will surely believe his word!
One thing Agent Soma Xilef is sure of, is that though, he may not exist officially, the powers above him are still afraid of him and they know he will never lay his hand on a plough and turn back. They simply know he would do what he said he would do and they would do all they can to stop the man they had created!
This case, this matter, not only his hands has he laid on it, his heart, soul and body are all involved now and he would not rest until he writes R.I.P in front of the case in his Green book like the previous 2000 plus cases that he has solved.
Agent Soma is aware of the fact that they are still trailing hard on him since they lost him on his KLM flight to Amsterdam, before boarding a low budget flight to Luton Airport City, from where he caught a Green Line coach to the Victoria Coach Station in London. He has to throw them off his tail as he must ensure there is no carbon footprints left behind him for them to pick on again.
He had sold them the dummy of spending some part of his compulsory leave in Holland, as it was the popular destination for both young men and women who would be willing to try something new, especially if they want to buy weeds, marijuana and some drugs legally.
Agent Soma was sure he had convinced them that he will use that opportunity to expand his profile catalogue on drug users. He knew they were listening on him and that his phone had been bugged. He was trained to be a super-ghost among ghosts, and he was ready to feed them with enough information about his impending moves that will send them to the end of the world before returning empty.
They are surely bent on neutralising the threat of his promise to expose the corruption and the deal that helped the DDT 10 escape through his fingers. DDT 10 - that is what the media now calls them and they are now more or less a cult celebrity to the criminal world.
Though he was forced to go on a compulsory leave, he will surely make something good out of it. It was not an ordinary 'leave', it was a suspension for making his superiors look like fools.
He had told them the truth and gave them the proofs needed to act upon but they did not believe him nor trust his judgement, and he proved them wrong in the public. Not just in the open, but on a national media that reached more than two-thirds of Americans!
Rather than being praised for having a major breakthrough, he was shoved aside and shut out of action! They claimed the breakthrough as theirs and even blamed him for the bungled operation that did not make the breakthrough a massive one!
Agent Soma was thinking and recalling hard on the past few weeks' events as he walked past a Sainsbury store to his left. He did not turn his face to look at it, but from the tight corner of his left eye, he noticed it was new, as the store was not there as at the time London was his home and Wealdstone was his operational base.
Part of his training was to have the ability to connect or relate things around him with picture images. He remembered that it was a 'Timberland boot' he had used to memorise that particular shop and area, as that was the only place in the North West of London one could get good, American-made shoes. That picture has to be changed soonest to something unique to Sainsbury, he thought, but not at the moment that he had his eyes fixed on a target!
Agent Soma could see the station a few yards ahead of him with the lady he was tracking walking into it. He determined not to lose her as she was his only lead to the rest of the team. His little facial disguise should help him for now with the DDT 10 who must have registered his FBI face and physique by now. They all knew he was after them and very determined to bring them to book.
Soma quickly crossed the road at the Zebra crossing to the entrance of the tube station where his target had entered 12 seconds earlier. He wondered why she had to come all the way to Harrow and Wealdstone station when she could have boarded one at Kingsbury Underground station! Why did she have to waste 35 good minutes on two different buses to connect with Harrow and Wealdstone?
He was sure of the part of their conversation that he had picked up - "Take the 25th celebration from the Olympics Station to Toronto Lake station and pick up some oranges there that will be needed for picnic lunch at the new gate to the palace."
That was what he got and passed to his old Met Officer friend- Joseph F. Jegs who would have none it. It made no sense to JFJ as he dearly called him, and he was not ready to commit his very stretched staff any further. Toronto Lake, 25th celebration, and Olympic station.....none of them exists in his land...not in his beloved Queen's land!
The Met was trying to cut cost in line with the spending policy of the Conservative party in power, and he was not ready to sacrifice his career on the bit-information that his old friend - Agent Soma was acting on.
He knew Soma was already suspended but yet would never give up. He would have been very surprised if his friend had given up on the case. He was not ready to start any diplomatic row with the Americans, it was their problem and so be it. As long as they are not religious terrorists, he believed London would be safe.
Meanwhile, Soma has made it his personal 'mission to arrest the DDT 10 at all cost and he would never trust the Interpol no matter how good they are! He has to do it by himself now! He silently prayed to God for strength and wisdom.
He picked up a TfL map and a free Metro Newspaper along with the visible KJV bible he was holding in his hand, before touching the barrier with his new Oyster. He took three steps at a time at first before jugging up the remaining stairs. He followed hard on the lady in yellow jacket who had now descended the stairs to platform 2 of the station. He knew it was either the Bakerloo line to Elephant and Castle or the Overground train to Euston station.
He was further disappointed when he saw the lady squeezing herself through the closing doors of the Bakerloo Line! They locked eyes on each other as the train gently pulled away from the platform. He gave her a 'sexy' wink to deflect her off any suspicion that might forming in her mind. He knew she was still looking at him as the tube pulled away well beyond the platform!
He looked up at the electronic train schedule for the next train time and it was 7 minutes more for the next Bakerloo line! 7 minutes is 'eternity' in their parlance and he cannot afford that. He ran back up the stairs to the main hall that serves all the platforms to look for other alternatives! He was fortunate to see one Midland train pulling in unto platform 6. But not that lucky enough as it was a fast train directly to Euston Station only!
He got on board and started strategising. He brought out the piece of paper he has scribbled the coded message on to have a crack at it again. He works best when he is tensed and under pressure. "Take the 25th celebration from the Olympics Station to Toronto Lake station and pick up some oranges there that will be needed for picnic lunch at the new gate to the palace."
He looked at it for the thousandth time and a part of his brain clicked. The message was about what they were to do on that day in London but nothing in the message indicated that. If the message in his hand was for that lady, he believed the other members would have their own instructions too.
With his pen, he gently underlined the odd-looking words in the message. His brain was now charged and kicking. He smiled as he brought out the TfL map he picked up earlier. He looked thoroughly at the map for about 5 minutes before leaning back with a broad smile beaming on his face. He had cracked 90% of the code.
He substituted the odd words with names from the TfL map.
"25th celebration - Jubilee line Olympics Station - Stratford station Toronto Lake - Canada Water
Oranges - Overground line
Picnic Lunch - DDT 10 get together New Gate - New Cross Gate
The palace - Crystal Palace."
Soma made a new construction of what he has put together:
"Take the Jubilee line from Stratford Station Station to Canada Water station, and pick up Overground line there that will be needed for DDT 10 get together at the New Cross Gate to Crystal Palace."
He could not believe the DDT 10 members were planning to hold a meeting live on a train trip, on the train for that matter. He looked at the TfL map again and laughed at the smartness of these young minds.
Toronto Lake station threw him off his balance at first, but when he saw Canada Water station on the map, he made the connection! Overground line was painted or marked in Orange while Jubilee line was named to mark the 25th Silver celebration of the Queen!
'Picnic Lunch' definitely confirmed to him they were going to have a meeting, and the 'new gate to the palace' meant they would all be on the same train together between New Cross Gate and Crystal Palace as the TfL map helped him to decode!
Soma quickly did some calculations on the journey from Wealdstone to Stratford on the TfL app he had downloaded on his phone to determine which route was quickest. His route was the quickest. He will get to Stratford station - the DDT 10 'Olympic Station', about 10 minutes ahead of the lady in Yellow Jacket, the lady he lost at Wealdstone! The race is now back on, and Soma wants to take the initiative!
Meanwhile, on the Bakerloo line, Veronica J. Shoal was looking for the last time at the message she had drafted - "A sexy clergy with collar travelled with me for over 45 minutes before he missed out on my train at H&W. Just to be cautious, jacket is no longer sunny and my hair is chopped off in case I have real head lice or leeches. I am going to pick up an orange at the next market stall that I can see on my route that will help sustain me to the Olympic Station."
Veronica hit the 'send' button. 56 seconds later, a reply came: "Proceed as you said. Will update the 8 not to look for the lady wrapped in sun and wearing earthy crown. Come as yourself self that we know and don't catch cold please." Veronica smiled but was still troubled. She wished they could be more discreet!
Agent Soma meanwhile remembered the face, the wig and the yellow colour of the lady's jacket. What if she remembered me too? He asked himself. As he made his way through the barriers that will connect him with the Southbound Northern Line at Euston, he discreetly dropped his fake pastoral collar for a tie that he had kept in his pocket, and then wore his coat inside-out.
That is one beautiful trick he likes to play on people. Wear a specially made two-colour coat! Inside was brown and outside was black. And that is what he will do now. When he got to the platform, he bent down and brought out what looked like a mouth freshener spray, and gently applied it to his shoe. The shoe colour changed instantly from brown to black. He was so fast nobody saw what happened.
With a slight rubbing on his face, he gently applied a thin line moustache and a goatee beard with some sideburns. That was part of his training and nobody had seen him do anything. Not even one of the several CCTVs on the underground wall would have quickly noticed the 10 seconds change over.
He Jumped on the Northern line tube that would take him 3 or 4 stops before his next change over at Oxford Circus station to a Central line that will finally zoom him to Stratford Station. He expects his target to surprise him at the other side! He would be surprised if she did not, but the main thing still remains: GETTING TO STRATFORD BEFORE HER.
Watch out for DDT 10
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