New Guard (CHERUB) - Robert Muchamore Page 0,68
The supermarket had lost all its glass and been looted bare. There was a hole where a tank had driven in one side and out the other. The smaller shops had fared even worse, with three completely collapsed. The remaining cars were either burned out, or crushed so thoroughly that a tank crew appeared to have decided to have a little fun driving over them.
‘It’s perfect,’ Tovah told the driver, seeing more than enough uncratered tarmac for the microlights to take off, while the shell of the supermarket made a decent overnight shelter.
Bruce, Kyle, Lauren and Ryan started diving into the cargo bay and dragging out the gear.
‘Outstanding,’ James agreed, as he shook the driver’s hand and gave him five thousand euros. ‘The other five will be paid through to your bank in Turkey when we get back.’
‘What if you all get killed?’ he asked, half joking.
‘You’ll get paid,’ Tovah said. ‘My people will see to that.’
As the coach headed off, everyone dragged the equipment inside the corner of the supermarket, to the annoyance of birds roosting in the framework beneath the twisted metal roof. Then James gave out orders.
‘Tovah, Lauren, erect a canopy in case it rains. Then start assembling the bikes and planes. Bruce, Kyle, I want you to secure the area. Take guns. Find the motion alarms and spread them around. Also, when you’re on the prowl keep your eyes out for a working tap. We’ve brought drinking water, but it would be nice if we can wash and flush a toilet. Ryan, how’s your head for heights?’
‘It’s OK.’
‘Great,’ James nodded. ‘There’s a satellite dish I need rigged up so I can download chatter reports. There’s also a UHF aerial, so I can have a go at picking up a signal from the listening devices on the control centre roof.’
‘And what are you planning to do, boss?’ Lauren asked, sarcastically. ‘Put your feet up?’
‘I’m going to get the generator running,’ James said. ‘Then if you’re extremely lucky, I’ll plug in the mini boiler and make you all a nice cup of tea.’
36. PUSSY
It was 5 a.m. and Bruce sat on a stack of plastic bread crates, beneath the bird-limed frame of what had once been a supermarket roof. Five screens glowed in the dark, reporting info from night-vision cameras, motion sensors, the unboosted UHF signal James had successfully retrieved from the well control room and a web browser, set to automatically receive chatter reports and any other info British or Israeli intelligence sent their way.
Bruce wasn’t the kind of person who could spend long periods with his thoughts, and after checking all screens and refreshing the browser, he stood. The supermarket’s floor remained intact, so Lauren and Tovah had created a waterproof shelter by stretching a tarp between two lines of looted metal shelving.
Kyle snored inside a sleeping bag as Bruce stepped over, using a little black torch to show the way. Lauren clearly liked to be cosy, and Bruce smiled when he saw her snuggled on a bottom shelf with knees almost up to her chin. He crouched in front of their water boiler and rummaged through a box of dehydrated food packets. The writing on the packs was in Russian, so Bruce had to guess based on dodgy photos and feeling the hard lumps inside.
In the end, he tore a pack at random, removed the plastic spork inside and two-thirds filled it using the tap on their water boiler. The steaming packet burned fingertips as he stepped back to his position. He took an experimental sniff when he was back on the bread boxes and was pleasantly surprised by the aroma of chocolate and banana custard.
After a good stir and a few sickly-sweet mouthfuls, he was alarmed by a scraping sound in the next aisle. In theory, nothing human could get past the motion sensors without setting an alert, but something was going on because the birds up on the I-beams were chirping restlessly.
Bruce flipped down a set of night-vision glasses and ripped a silenced pistol out of a holster. He considered waking the others, but the sound wasn’t far away, so he figured it was better to act alone.
Another crowd of birds flew up as Bruce rounded a corner. A black object moved just to his right. A powerful shoulder, reaching out to grab. Bruce swung and shot, the gun’s muzzle silenced, but a bullet tore bone and flesh before splinters clanked noisily off the metal shelving. James and Ryan woke as hundreds of