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8

I turned back. b.a.s.t.a.r.d had reached breaking point. 'Get the f.u.c.k outta here, f.a.ggot! What the f.u.c.k you Brits doing here anyway?'

b.a.s.t.a.r.d lifted his spade-sized right hand and pushed against Tony's face. Tony wasn't made for hard sleeping, and he wasn't built to take a slapping either. He reeled back and toppled onto one of the radio operators. The guy stood up but he wasn't going to help. This was the boss's business.

I took three quick strides and got in between them. The command tent fell silent and the rabbits and the rumble of the CEVs filled the s.p.a.ce. b.a.s.t.a.r.d didn't have to say anything. His intentions were written all over his face. Tony was spread across the radio operator's table and was sliding towards the ground.

'I'll take him away. I'm sorry, he's not used to seeing this sort of thing. I'll get him out of the way for you.' I raised my hand in conciliation.

But b.a.s.t.a.r.d was feeling too feisty to back off. He poked me in the chest. 'Who the f.u.c.k are you anyway? Another f.a.g Brit?'

I was here to look after the talent. I stood my ground. Tony's shoulders rubbed against my legs as he tried to get up.

I put out my hand and touched b.a.s.t.a.r.d's jacket. His chest was rigid; the f.u.c.ker had body armour on. I glanced right and left to see if I could sense how much support he'd be getting. The answer seemed to be plenty.

There was no way I could win this. b.a.s.t.a.r.d was a big old boy, and his mates would pile in the moment anything kicked off. If the two of us had a day of reckoning, it wasn't today.

'We'll go now.' My eyes were locked on his. 'This isn't his thing.'

One of the guys in the tent came up and put his hand on b.a.s.t.a.r.d's shoulder. 'It's not worth it, Buster. These guys were sent here to help. Special relations.h.i.+p, right...'

b.a.s.t.a.r.d's jaw jutted as he returned my stare, weighing his options. His eyes never left mine. Then, without a word, he turned on his heel.

I guided Tony out of the tent but he didn't come willingly. He still wanted answers.

The light was good enough to see the US flag fluttering from the antenna of one of the CEVs as it manoeuvred round the compound. It wasn't the only Stars and Stripes flying. I wondered if any of them had noticed the much bigger one hanging from the Davidians' own pole.

The armoured vehicles had churned up the ground so much round the target it looked like the Somme. Litter from crushed wheelie bins was scattered by the strengthening wind.

I had my arm round Tony's shoulder, guiding him back to the trailer. But he didn't want to go. 'I've got to check something.'

'What can we do? There's-'

Tony pulled free and started to run. The steel container flown in by the RAF was about two hundred metres away.

I set off after him. It wouldn't hurt. If nothing else, it took him two hundred metres further away from Alpha Pod.

As we approached the container, I could see it had sunk an inch or two into the ground under its own weight. When we got closer, I could see the two back doors had carved an arc in the soft ground where they'd been pulled open. The padlock had been cut.

Tony was almost hyperventilating with rage. 'They had no right, Nick. You know the deal. They were only to take it after consultation. In the name of G.o.d, Nick, what are they doing?'

I looked inside. Several of the half-size oil drums were missing. The gas inside was under such pressure, Tony had told me, that it was solid. When the seals were removed, it degraded into fine particles, which could then be pumped into a building under pressure.

He leaned against the container as if he'd taken a punch in the gut. I hadn't noticed until then, but the animal screams had stopped. The only sounds were the rattling of tank tracks and Nancy Sinatra singing 'These Boots Are Made For Walking'.

Wind gusted off the prairie as I shut the container doors.

Another roar of approval went up from the spectators. Tony's eyes followed a flurry of activity alongside several 4x4s on the track to the outer cordon. Binos raised, the thrill-seekers were pulsating with excitement as they munched on their fresh breakfast m.u.f.fins. In an hour or two the funfair would start up again, and the novelty stalls would churn out more Davidians: 4, ATF: 0 Davidians: 4, ATF: 0 T-s.h.i.+rts. But by then the scoreline would be well out of date. T-s.h.i.+rts. But by then the scoreline would be well out of date.

I leaned against the container with Tony. Police in body armour, M16s over the shoulder, milled around with cups of coffee and egg rolls, eager to get a good view.

Tony shook his head in disbelief. His eyes welled with tears. 'They're going to die in there, Nick. They won't be coming out. Some of the children are probably dead already. We must stop it. Who do we see? Who do we call? This is madness!'

I turned my head. 'We're not going to stop anything, mate. Look at this lot.' The BDU-clad bodies took more pictures and cheered Nancy's every word. 'You're flogging a dead horse, mate.'

The tears started to roll down his cheek. 'What? What are you talking about?'

'What the f.u.c.k do you think is happening? Look at those wagons.' I pointed at the CEVs rampaging round the compound. 'And f.u.c.k knows what's going on round the back. Why do you think the lines have been cut? There's an agenda, mate. They want the f.u.c.kers dead.'

His jaw dropped. Tony didn't share the Rambo mindset of those in the helicopters and tanks. He invented toys for them to play with, but I could see he wasn't used to joining in the game.

'Look, the people on the ground here aren't the decision-makers. That's way above their pay scale. They're just having fun doing it. They got the go from way up, mate. And you can bet your bottom dollar they wouldn't touch this gas of yours unless the UK said they could. They've just f.u.c.ked you off the plan now they've got your gear.'

'But it's women and children in there. They're killing them! Someone must do something!'

I put my hand on his shoulder to stop him from bouncing up and down. I also wanted to make sure he wasn't going to run off again and try to do something that I wouldn't be able to reverse him out of. 'Listen. Ever since this thing kicked off, Koresh and the rest of them have been made to sound like the devil's disciples. Think of it in b.a.s.t.a.r.d's terms. It's a black and white world, and these are the bad guys.'

Tony's head was in his hands, and his shoulders had started to shake.

'I'll go and get a brew on.' I let go and patted his shoulder. 'Coffee?'

What else was there to say?

9

By eleven o'clock it was getting pretty hot on my vantage point on top of the cattle trailer. I'd fetched Tony several brews, but last time I looked he hadn't touched any of them. He still had his a.r.s.e planted in the mud and his back slumped against the container.

I took off my jacket and pulled up the sleeves of my sweats.h.i.+rt. The wind had picked up, blowing tumbleweed across the heat haze between us and the target. The way things were going round here, it wouldn't have surprised me to see Clint Eastwood ride into shot.

Still no-one had come out of the buildings. Either they'd all been killed by the gas, or they'd killed themselves rather than surrender, or were being kept inside by Koresh. I wondered what had been going on round the back. I hadn't seen anything, but I knew automatic gunfire when I heard it. Our guys, their guys, or both? Who knew? At this stage of the day, if they wanted to drop each other it was up to them. I just wanted this to be over and done with so we could pack up and go home. Maybe I'd buy myself a T-s.h.i.+rt on the way out.

I looked back towards the container to check on Tony. He was still there, and still very much in his own little world. The urgent roar of a CEV engine pulled me back towards the compound. It was making another entry into the building, and this time the monotone had replaced Nancy Sinatra. 'This is not an attack. Do not open fire.' They seemed to think that if they repeated the message often enough, we'd all start to believe it.

The police and federal marshals' day s.h.i.+ft had clocked on hours ago, but the overnight guys had hung around to watch the finale and they were starting to get a little bored now. If Tony was right, most of the Davidians were dead. So why weren't the FBI masking up teams and sending them in to look for survivors? I didn't have much sympathy for the adults, but the kids hadn't asked to be there.

An angry yell came from near the command tent. I jumped to my feet to get a better view.

Tony and b.a.s.t.a.r.d were squaring up to each other. Tony was almost jumping up at b.a.s.t.a.r.d's face, pus.h.i.+ng him back with his hands as the FBI man tried to pa.s.s. A group had gathered. But I knew none of them was going to intervene. b.a.s.t.a.r.d's body language said he was going to take care of this piece of business himself.

10

I jumped off the trailer and ran towards them. Tony was certainly making me earn my money today. I barged though the gathering crowd.

'Tony, calm down, mate. It's all right.'

His head didn't move. His eyes, red and swollen, were still fixed on b.a.s.t.a.r.d.

'It's not all right.' He jerked a finger over at the buildings. 'Do you know what's gone on over there? Do you? Do you?'

I was about to answer when I realized it wasn't me he was talking to. 'They will have died horrendously. That gas is the same stuff they use on death row. Did you know that?'

b.a.s.t.a.r.d couldn't be bothered to answer, but Tony wasn't going to give him the chance. 'Do you know why they strap men down before they press the b.u.t.ton?'

There wasn't a flicker in b.a.s.t.a.r.d's eyes. But everybody else's looked at Tony for the answer.

'Because it makes the muscles contract so violently they break every bone in the victim's body. And that's what's happening to the women and children in there! And that's what's happening to the women and children in there!'

b.a.s.t.a.r.d stared blankly into Tony's eyes. 'Hey, we're all just here to get the job done. What's your f.u.c.king problem?'

Tony took a step closer. 'I'll tell you what my problem is. The s.p.a.ce is too confined. You're killing them!'

b.a.s.t.a.r.d no longer bothered to put the brakes on the smile that was spreading across his face. He just turned to me, and when he spoke it was so calm it was scary. 'Tell your f.a.g friend that we are dealing with some very bad people here. They are religious fanatics who've stockpiled-'

'Fanatics? The little girl we heard couldn't have been more than five years old!' Flecks of spittle flew from Tony's mouth. 'What are you doing? What is going on? This is madness! This is murder!'

b.a.s.t.a.r.d stared down at him as he wiped his face. 'Murder? Well, chew on this, f.a.g. It's your G.o.ddam gas, so I guess that makes you an accessory.'

Tony stepped back, stunned.

b.a.s.t.a.r.d revelled in the sight. 'Kinda catches in the back of your throat, don't it?' He looked up to share the moment with the crowd. 'Hey, just like that gas of yours.'

That did it for Tony. He pulled his hand back and bunched it, but b.a.s.t.a.r.d was too quick for him. His own fist connected with Tony's chest. As he pulled back for another punch, I moved behind him, grabbed his arm and pulled, adding momentum to the swing. He did a 180 on the spot.

b.a.s.t.a.r.d was quick to square up to me as I stood my ground instead of following through with some punches to put him down. It was the right thing to do; he hadn't attacked me, after all. He had lost face, and needed to rea.s.sert; that was OK, I understood that, I couldn't let that happen. He was a big man, and if one of those fists made contact I was going to need one of those non-existent ambulances. But it was too late for me to worry about that now.

b.a.s.t.a.r.d started towards me, just as a shout went up from one of the vehicles, half in shock, half in celebration. 'Fire! Fire!'

b.a.s.t.a.r.d turned his head. I grabbed Tony. 'Get the kit together, we're f.u.c.king off!'

Four or five columns of smoke started to rise from the compound as we ran. Even if there had been a fire crew in place, the combination of the heat of the day, the wind and the gas that would now have dried to a fine powder made the chances of putting it out next to zero.

As if on cue, a policeman jumped down from his wagon, ran a few metres towards the compound, then turned back to face the crowd. He unfurled an ATF flag for all to see. 'It's a potbellied stove!' he half shouted, half laughed. 'Open it up, let the f.u.c.kers burn!'

He waved the flag and scores of men hooted and hollered. In the background, I heard a barrel organ. The fairground was sparking up.

PART TWO

1

Noosa, Queensland

Thursday, 21 April 2005

The sun had been chargrilling the top of my foot, but it took me a long time to notice. The sand I was gazing at was just too blindingly white, the sea too dazzlingly blue.

I pulled it back under the table, and leaned forward to suck up the last of my milkshake. I always made a gurgling noise when I got to the dregs, on principle. Not that anyone at the Surfers' Club seemed to mind. They were too busy surfing-and-turfing their way through the kind of mammoth lunches Silky and I had just put away.

While I waited for her to come back with a couple of ice creams, I had one last slurp and got back to admiring the view. Sun, sea, sand, and thousands of miles of bush behind me; coming here had definitely been the right call.

She returned with two cones, the contents of which were already dripping down her hands. I got the chocolate one.

'I cannot believe you were going to go round America instead.' Silky licked tutti-frutti off her free hand and sat down. 'I just saw George Bush on TV. He says Iran and Syria are next on the list. I do not understand that man. What is the matter with him?'

She came from Berlin. I had known her for three months, and her accent still reminded me of the black-and-white war films I used to watch as a kid.

'I mean, why doesn't he just talk to them?' She hooked her shoulder-length blond hair behind her ear so it didn't fall across her face, before bending down to give some serious attention to her cone. 'I have been to Syria they're nice people.'

'Your fault for looking at the TV.' I sat up. 'I don't even read the newspapers now. It's all bulls.h.i.+t. And when you've got a view like that,' I nodded in the direction of the incoming waves, 'what more do you need?'

Her head tilted sharply and her blue eyes speared me over the top of her sungla.s.ses. 'After last night, you still have to ask this?'

I grinned. 'The ocean will still be here tomorrow. But will Silky? One can never tell with you hippies.'

She arched an eyebrow. 'Just because George Bush keeps adding to his list, Nick, doesn't mean that you have to keep cutting from yours...'

'That's me. Hand luggage only.'

Silky nodded thoughtfully, dumped the rest of the cone on her plate and wiped her hands.

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