As the ops officer handed Nevins the microphone neither of them saw the large doors that led into the operations room open and a man walk in. Nevins was about to speak when he felt a hand on his shoulder, while another clamped over the mike, preventing him from talking into it. Startled by the sudden intrusion he wheeled around to see Jervis, head of MI6 operations.
‘What the devil?’ Nevins demanded.
‘Let them go,’ Jervis said.
‘What?’ Nevins was stunned.
‘I need you to let them go,’ Jervis repeated. ‘I have the minister’s backing on this.’
Nevins could not wipe a look of utter confusion from his face. Everyone in the room had frozen: some kind of power play was happening before their eyes. They could only remain still and watch to see what developed.
‘I’ll discuss this with you in your office,’ Jervis said. ‘Not here.’
Nevins brought himself back under control. He was an experienced man in the business, and knew Jervis well enough. The man was a canny high-stakes player and something extraordinary definitely had to be going on for him to intervene in such a manner at this level of the operation. And if the PM had given his support there was nothing more to say, for the moment at least. But he was also aware of Jervis’s manipulations and ambition to set up the boffin inventors as medium-level operatives. It was well known within the secret service’s inner circles. If he’d chosen this moment to make his move, it was a bold one indeed. If it went wrong, Jervis was toast. Far too much was at stake all around and Nevins knew he could not afford to make an error either. He handed the microphone back to the operations officer and acknowledged the master mongrel’s new grip of the reins.
‘Tell the pilot to continue with the contingency RV,’ Jervis told the operations officer.
‘The target drop-off?’ the ops officer asked. He knew it was what Jervis meant but the situation was so remarkable that he had to confirm it.
‘That’s correct. Stratton is to lead the next phase of the operation. MI16 is his team.’
The ops officer knew he had just witnessed a remarkable event, one far beyond his level, but he quickly recovered. He pushed the transmit button. ‘Whisky four-zero, this is zero Charlie.’
‘Whisky four-zero send,’ the pilot’s voice crackled over the speakers.
‘Continue with the task. Proceed to the target-drop RV.’
‘Sorry, sir. Did you say proceed to the target-drop RV?’
‘That’s correct. Maintain normal communications schedule.’
‘Roger that,’ the pilot said, glancing at his co-pilot and shaking his head as if he’d missed something.
Jason could not believe it. ‘What happened?’ he asked Stratton. ‘They were about to order an abort.’
‘Someone important changed his mind,’ Stratton said, as confused as anyone else.
Jason removed the headset, hung it on the hook and walked back through the cabin to the others. They had no idea what was happening and looked at him as if they were waiting to hear the bad news.
Stratton could not begin to think of an explanation. But whatever had happened back in the operations room, it seemed they were on their way. He would only believe it when they were in the water and beyond the point of no return.
He walked over as the others gathered close to Jason to listen to what he had to say. ‘It looks like we’re going in,’ Mansfield said, smiling.
Binning could hardly contain his relief. Jackson nodded, with the thinnest of smiles. Smithy looked pale - his nervousness that had been bubbling below the surface became more evident as he squeezed his hands together tightly. Rowena gave nothing away.
‘London has acknowledged that we’re up to the task and has given us the go-ahead,’ Jason continued. ‘They clearly recognise our potential. I’ll bet my bottom dollar we can thank Jervis for this. We’re on our way.’
He held his fist out in the centre of the group. Binning was the first to grab it strongly. The others piled their hands on top.
‘Now we have to make sure this is a damned success,’ Jason said emphatically. He looked around at Stratton. ‘I hope you now share London’s confidence in us.’
Stratton couldn’t understand the decision, nor could he have argued with it even if he’d wanted to. His personal motive had not changed. The decision’s major impact for him was how it affected his original plan to ditch the team when he got to the Morpheus platform and then to go it alone. Now he would have to