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calf level now, not wishing to provoke him. It was pointless appealing to
the uniforms for help. They'd have heard it all before from drunks claiming
to be Jesus and people like me ranting that they'd been stitched.
Sundance spoke for the first time.
"Good result, Sarge." His thick Glasgow accent was directed to someone
behind me, before he turned away with the other two. I watched them walk
towards the stairwell, to the sound of Velcro being ripped apart as they
started to peel off their body armour.
As they disappeared past the corridor junction I was dragged up on to
my feet by two policemen. With their strong grip under each of my armpits, I
followed them towards the stairs. We passed the shields at the corridor
junction, as the armed teams started to break ranks, and made our way down
the stone stairs. Sundance and the boys were about two floors below. I kept
catching glimpses of them as they turned on the stone and iron-railed
landings, and wondered why I hadn't been blindfolded. Maybe it was to make
sure I didn't trip on the stairs. No, it would be because they didn't care
if I saw their faces. I wasn't going to live long enough to see them again.
We exited the building via the glass and metal-framed doors I'd made
entry through earlier. At once the noise of boots on the stairs and the
policemen's laboured breathing from the effort of hauling me about was
drowned out by the confusion on the street. Sweat-stained, white-shirted
police officers were running about, their radios crackling, yelling at
pedestrians to follow their directions and clear the area. Sirens blared. A
helicopter chopped the air loudly overhead.
We were on the private entry road to the Marriott Hotel, part of the
County Hall building. To my left was its turning circle, bordered by a smart
decorative hedge. Police were preventing guests from coming out of the main
entrance as they tried to see what was happening or to run away, I wasn't
sure which.
In front of me, at the kerb side was a white Mercedes estate,
engine running, all doors open. One of the pairs of jeans was in the
driver's seat ready to go. As a hand pushed down on top of my head and I was
quickly bundled into the back, my feet connected with something in the foot
well It was my holdall, still unzipped.
The guy with the trainers sat on my left and attached one end of a pair
of handcuffs to the D ring of the centre set of seat-belts. He then flicked
the free end around the pair that gripped my wrists. I wasn't going anywhere
until these boys were good and ready.
Sundance appeared on the pavement and said his goodbyes to the
uniforms. Thanks again, lads."
I kept trying to make eye contact with the guys who had dragged me down
here, who were now standing by the entrance to the office block. Sundance
got into the front passenger seat and closed his door, obviously aware of
what I was doing.
He bent down into his foot well That isn't going to help you, boy."
Retrieving a blue light from the floor and slapping it on to the dashboard,
he plugged the lead into the cigarette-lighter socket. The light started
flashing as the car moved off.
We came out of the hotel's approach road and on to the main drag at the
south end of the bridge, directly opposite the hospital buildings. The road