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- Cover
- Title Page
- Dear Reader …
- Also by Robert Muchamore
- PART ONE
- Walter J Freeman Adolescent Mental Health Unit – East Grinstead, UK
- ONE
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- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- PART TWO
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- PART THREE
- Walter J. Freeman Adolescent Mental Health Unit – East Grinstead, UK
- THIRTY-NINE
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- FORTY-NINE
- FIFTY
- FIFTY-ONE
- FIFTY-TWO
- FIFTY-THREE
- FIFTY-FOUR
- PART FOUR
- FIFTY-FIVE
- FIFTY-SIX
- FIFTY-SEVEN
- FIFTY-EIGHT
- FIFTY-NINE
- SIXTY
- SIXTY-ONE
- SIXTY-TWO
- SIXTY-THREE
- SIXTY-FOUR
- SIXTY-FIVE
- SIXTY-SIX
- SIXTY-SEVEN
- SIXTY-EIGHT
- SIXTY-NINE
- SEVENTY
- SEVENTY-ONE
- SEVENTY-TWO
- SEVENTY-THREE
- EPILOGUE
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Julius was fascinated by the unravelling story as he stripped for his shower. When his stale-smelling polo shirt popped off his head, the TV set in the tiles over his bathtub showed a photo of a pretty girl with braces, aged about twelve. She held a small racing drone and wore a shiny nylon bowling shirt with Drone Pack embroidered across the front.
Georgia Pack – Suspect popped onscreen. Then the photo switched to a more famous one of Georgia’s leap over the railing in the council chamber.
‘City of London Police would like members of the public to report any sightings of Georgia Pack,’ the reporter at the police cordon said excitedly. ‘But urge the public not to approach her as she may be armed and dangerous …’
FORTY-NINE
While Gerard and Georgia had practised the mechanics of the attack, Wendy had created an elaborate media plan for the aftermath of a successful, non-violent attack on the prime minister. The plan called for laptops and equipment to remain in the ninth-floor hotel room, continuing to stream live video from the drone to the internet while Zac, Georgia and Gerard walked briskly to an elevator.
After passing through the hotel lobby, they would make a two-hundred-metre walk to a VW Golf parked in a side street, with Elodie waiting in the driver’s seat. She would drive the trio three miles north to an Islington house, where they’d meet up with Wendy. Kamila, who was acting as a scout at the attack site, would travel separately by Tube train and arrive a few minutes later.
The house had cameras and a backdrop ready to record interviews for Red News Network. By the time the interviews were over, two of Zac’s activist lawyer friends would have arrived. Wendy would then call the media, tipping them off about a location close to where the suspects were hiding. Ten minutes later, the lawyers would call the police to tell them that Kamila, Georgia, Gerard and Zac were prepared to surrender. Wendy would send out tweets asking activists to come and give support. If all went to plan, there would be a media scrum and maximum publicity as the police arrived, taking the four suspects and their lawyers into custody to face minor assault charges.
But that plan had literally gone up in smoke.
Georgia found herself scrambling up the steps at Farringdon Tube station, casting sly glances at CCTV and half expecting a phalanx of armed cops at the ticket barriers.
She’d ridden one stop, figuring the longer she stayed on the train, the more likely there’d be cops waiting at the exit. Her Oyster card opened the barrier and the clear November morning felt blinding as she exited, walking fast to nowhere in particular.