They hurried back up the stairwell towards the roof. Pusher was making enough of his own noise not to hear theirs, and by the time they made it up the stairs, they were all pretty sure of a clean escape.
Vamps shoved an old roof tile under the door to wedge it shut. There was no reason Pusher should think to come up here, but just in case. “We’ll stay up here till the coast is clear. Then we’ll think about getting out of the city.”
“Good thing it’s a warm night,” said Ginge, clutching himself.
“Good thing you’re carrying ten-stone of fat,” said Mass, punching his friend on the arm.
“Screw you, man.”
“Shut up,” said Vamps, or I’ll go get Pusher to shoot you myself.
“He don’t wanna shoot us,” said Ravy. “He just bluffing.”
Mass huffed. “You turn up at someone’s manor with a sawn-off, you ain’t bluffin’, man.”
When they heard the shotgun go off, the point was made. They fell silent, eyes wide.
Who the hell had just caught a bullet?
Vamps went over to the roof edge and looked again to Hyde Park.
The giant was gone, but things had never been more dangerous.
Richard Honeywell
Richard felt better with his family close by, but still felt a weight on his shoulders as he kept a watchful eye on the people in the church. There were a hundred of them now, mostly the vulnerable and lonely. Some had brought along cans of beer, which wasn’t against the law, but bode ill for the evening. Drunk people were not the easiest to control in a panic, and panic could swoop upon them at any moment.
The church had an old television set that the vicar set up in front of the wooden lectern. The news played constantly but showed nothing to make people feel any better. It showed horror; not hope, but people could not look away. In the centre of London, Big Ben’s ornate clock face was blackened and charred, while a battle raged on in nearby Hyde Park. The Army fought monsters in the street, monsters from Hell, if you believed what the more paranoid talking heads claimed. Gates to Hell had opened and demons sought to purge the earth of humanity. The insane thing was that Richard believed it. He could think of no better explanation for what he was seeing on the news.
Demons were here.
And they were everywhere.
In the last hour, the television had flashed multiple scenes of devastation from Tokyo to Bogota where barefooted Colombians fired guns in the street. There had been few scenes of triumph, except for a brief ten seconds of footage from Damascus which showed the entire city armed and ready. The peaceful nations of the world were the ones doing badly. Geneva had been laid to waste with barely the slightest resistance. Swiss pacifism had been a death warrant to its people.
Dillon was bored, but an old lady named Shirley was doing her best to keep him occupied by playing eye spy. The kindness of a stranger was a powerful thing in times like this, and Richard felt a swell of emotion every time he looked at the old woman caring for his son.
“Romantic, in a way,” said Jen, holding a cup of coffee between her hands whilst leaning against a weathered pew. “Like the way people huddled together during The Blitz.”
“People died during The Blitz,” Richard told her. “And people have been dying today.”
Jen nodded, but didn’t seem to regret her comment. She placed a hand on her husband’s arm and looked him in the eye. “I’m just saying, it’s times like these when people pull together. We all make each other stronger by sharing courage and compassion. I’m proud of you for looking after all these people, Rich.”
Richard didn’t feel like he was doing much good, and he told her so. “I’m just babysitting. The real work is in London. I feel terrible for admitting it, but I’m glad I’m not there.”
“I’m glad too, but that doesn’t mean you won’t be needed here. These people,” she looked around at all the stragglers and oddballs that sat on the church’s stone floor or slouched on its pews, “they see a police officer present and automatically feel safer. Don’t underestimate how important you are.”
“I don’t underestimate it, Jen, but I worry that if things get worse, all these people will look at me for direction. I don’t have a bloody clue.”
“Cross that bridge when it comes.”
Riaz came in from outside and strolled down the centre aisle between the pews. He went right up to Richard. “It’s dark outside now, and Glen just radioed in from Cider Hill. We got some kids playing up.”
“Can Glen handle it?”
“No,” said Riaz. “He’s one man, and he said there’s half a dozen of them.”
Richard nodded. “Are you going to assist him?”
“No, we will assist him.”
“I’m not leaving here,” said Richard, glancing sideways at Dillon, who was growing bored with eye spy.
“Look,” said Riaz. “You’ve already abandoned your duty once to go get your family, and I can understand that to a degree, but they are here now and safe. I won’t allow you to stay here and do nothing while the streets turn into a jungle.”
Richard straightened up and scowled at his colleague. “You’re not in a position to allow me to do anything.”
“Maybe so, but as a fellow police officer, I am requesting your assistance, and unless you have a bloody good reason not to give it, I’ll be reporting you to the SI.”
Richard opened his mouth to speak, but Jen squeezed his arm. “It’s fine, Rich. You need to go do your job. Don’t worry about me and Dillon. We’re fine.”
Richard swallowed a lump in his throat as he tried to decide. He watched Dillon stand up and inspect the various church paraphernalia. Before long he would start messing with things he shouldn’t. Then he would break something.
But the damage outside the church would be far worse if looters were allowed to scurry around unchecked.
“Okay, Riaz, fine. Let me say goodbye to my son.”
Riaz nodded, but looked annoyed even at having to wait one minute more. Richard ignored his colleague’s attitude and went over to Dillon.
“Hey, Dil-Dil,” he said. “I’m just popping out, but I’ll be back soon.”
“No, Dad, don’t go outside. The monsters will get you.”
Richard gave his son a squeeze to calm him. “No, they won’t. The monsters are far away. I’m just going out to see a friend at the other side of town. I won’t be long. While I’m gone, I need you to be good. Don’t mess with anything you shouldn’t, and do what mummy tells you, okay?”
Dillon, nodded whilst pouting at the same time. “It’s boring here, Dad. They won’t let me change the channel on the telly.”
“I know, but we all have to stay here for a while before we can go home.”
“Because of the monsters?”
Richard didn’t want to alarm his son, but he also wanted him to understand. “Sort of, Dil, yeah. We just need to make sure the monsters stay where they are.”
“Can you get my books, Dad?”
Richard sighed. His son loved to read—something Richard and Jen had tried to instill in him at an early age as a way to support his Downs. It had worked, and Dillon often read the Harry Potter books cover to cover. Child’s encyclopaedias were also a hit—especially if they contained facts about animals. “I don’t think I’ll have time to go back, sweetheart, but if I see any shops open, I’ll see if I can grab you a magazine.”
“Okay, Dad,” he nodded forlornly. “Love you.”
Richard kissed his son’s forehead. “Love you too, son.”
Jen was still standing nearby, so he gave her a quick hug before he left. He was about to say something to her when Riaz cleared his throat irritably.
“I’m coming,” Richard snapped. He followed the other officer out of the church doors, but was stopped by the vicar.
“Ah, officers,” said Miles. “I just want to say again how very grateful I am to have you here. People are afraid. Part of me wishes I never turned on that television, but I suppose there�
�s no hiding from the horrors we face.”
“No, thank you, Reverend. It’s been a massive help giving all these people somewhere they can come together for moral support.”
“I suppose you two are on your way to deal with those less interested in such things?”
Richard nodded. “Unfortunately, times like these bring out the worst in people.”
“I don’t honestly think there has ever been ‘times like these’, but I take your point. Please remind anyone you meet that there is still room at the church and a mug of hot tea if they want it.”
“We shall,” said Riaz. “Thank you again, sir.”
“Please, call me Miles. ‘Sir’ should be reserved for men in ties, don’t you think?”
Riaz was eager to get away, and his reply was short. “Yes, Miles, I do. Goodbye now.”
As they walked away, Richard pulled his colleague up. “You don’t have to be so rude, you know. That man has done more to help than anyone.”
“Serving tea isn’t a help. We need to clamp down on nuisance behaviour before it takes hold. He’s just getting good publicity for the church.”
“That’s a little cynical.”
He shrugged. “Perhaps.”
Richard wondered if Riaz was Muslim, and if that was why he took exception to the reverend and his church. He decided he was too ignorant of such things to ask. Nor did he know Riaz particularly well.
Cider Hill lay at the edge of the town centre where the shops changed into offices. A booze shop traded there next to the bus station, so it was often a problem area where anti-social behaviour was concerned. The walk took them ten minutes.
Glen, a round-faced man with a persistent smile, had parked outside a recruitment firm. He waved out the car window at them as they approached. “Didn’t want to make a move until I had backup.”
“What do we have?” asked Richard.
“Six or seven kids boozed up at the bus station. They raided the office by the looks of it.”
Richard put his thumbs inside his belt and sighed. “Don’t know what we’re supposed to do with them.”
“Lock ‘em up,” said Riaz. “Same as any other night.”
“But this isn’t any other night, Riaz. The whole world went to Hell in a hand basket today, if you didn’t notice. Bunch of kids pissed up at the bus station is not the concern it would usually be.”
“Crime is still crime. If an innocent person wanders into the bus station and gets attacked, that’s our failure.”
Richard nodded. “I agree. My only point is that it seems stupid to ride them all to lock up. Is anyone even manning the jail tonight?”
Glen nodded. “I’ve been back and forth on the radio with Suzie at the desk. There’re a couple uniforms in—Sutton is there.”
Sutton was another sergeant, like Richard—a decent copper. Richard nodded. “Okay, we’ll call it in once we’ve dealt with the situation.”
“Let’s get a move on then,” said Riaz.
Glen took the car down the road outside the bus station while Richard and Riaz hurried along on foot. The rowdy teenagers inside were kicking over bins and climbing the timetable boards like monkeys. The amount of beer cans on the floor was enough to fill a wheelie bin with.
Riaz was first in, racing at one of the lads before they saw him coming.
“Fuckin’ pigs,” one of them shouted, breaking into a run.
Richard dodged sideways and met the escape of one of the lads. The two of them smashed together and went down to the ground. Richard got the better of the scuffle and ended up on top. The lad’s baseball cap rolled across the floor and left his face exposed.
“You were at the shopping centre earlier today,” said Richard. “You trashed the games store.”
“I dunno what the fuck you’re on about, pig.”
Richard yanked the lad to his feet, trying not to let the stench of alcohol overpower him. “We’ll soon jog your memory, son. There’ll be plenty of CCTV footage to remind you.” He saw the flash of worry spark through the lad’s eyes and was satisfied. He turned around and saw that Riaz had apprehended two other lads, holding them at bay with his CS gas canister. Outside, Glen had gathered a fourth hoodlum and had him up against the car. Three of the youths got away.
“You okay, Riaz?” asked Richard, shoving his prisoner around and slapping on handcuffs.
Riaz nodded, a satisfied expression on his face as he manhandled the lads in his possession.
They got the prisoners handcuffed and took them outside, sitting them on the ground in a line outside the off license. “You’ve really made quite the time of it today, haven’t you?” said Richard.
The group of lads stared sullenly at the ground.
Riaz nodded at Glen. “Call it in."
Glen used the radio in his car and got through to Suzie. They chatted back and forth for a minute while Riaz and Richard dealt with the prisoners.
“You know what a scumbag you have to be to be out causing trouble at a time like this?” said Riaz. “People are scared. People are dying just a few miles away in London. What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
No one spoke.
Riaz kicked one of the lads. “Answer me, you little shits.”
Richard reached out and nudged his colleague back a step. “Okay, Riaz. We have them.”
Riaz shrugged away. “I’m just disgusted. Disgusted at this country. Disgusted at degenerates like this who think they can do what the fuck they like.”
Richard saw the hysteria on his colleagues face. The way his eyes darted about, and his lips twitched. “Just calm down, Riaz. You know that this is what happens. Most people are behaving, trying to help.”
Riaz shook his head and took a moment. “I know. Damn it, I just wish we were better, that’s all.”
Glen climbed out of the cruiser and approached. “We can’t take ‘em in.”
Richard frowned. “What? Are the cells full?”
“No, the cells are empty, and so is the station. Suzie said that Sutton has told everyone to go home to their families.”
“Sutton did that?” Richard couldn’t believe it. Sutton was too dedicated to abandon his post. Where things really that bad?
Yes, of course they were.
Glen sighed. “I know it’s crazy, but Suzie was just about to leave herself. She said the officers who joined the task force in London haven’t reported back in hours and that Command isn’t answering. We’ve been forgotten for the time being, so it’s up to us what we do. There’s an all-out war in the city by all accounts.”
“So what do we do with these scumbags?” asked Riaz, his anger rising again. “We can’t just let them go.”
Richard grasped his arm. “We’ll figure something out.”
One of the lads bolted up and tried to make a run for it. It was an absurd act, seeing as his hands were cuffed in front of him. He made it three steps, waddling like a penguin, before Riaz swept his legs out from under him and sent him crashing down onto the curb.
“Fuck man! That’s Police brutality.”
“Tell it to someone who cares,” Riaz hissed. “Stand up once more and you won’t be able to try again.”
Richard had to move Riaz back again. The man was clenching his fists. “Riaz, just calm down. They’re just a bunch of kids covering their fear with reckless behaviour.”
“Yeah,” said Glen. “Just relax, Riaz. You’re frightening them.”
“I ain’t scared of nuffin’, blud,” one lad mumbled.
Riaz looked like he was about to go off again, but an approaching vehicle made the three officers turn. It was an Army jeep, and it stopped when the driver saw them and pulled up beside the curb. A soldier stared out at them from the back of the uncovered vehicle. An Asian woman sat in the driver’s seat.
“Bout time we got a little help,” said Richard, putting his hands on his hips and sighing with relief.
“I’m not here on behalf of the Army,” said the soldier. “I’m just getting these two
reporters to their offices.”
Richard peered into the back of the jeep and saw the soldier was sitting next to another man, and there was a little girl sitting between them and staring glumly at the back of the seat. He grunted, not wanting to sound afraid as he asked the question. “Oh, how are things in the city? Still bad?”
The soldier shook his head. “No, not bad. Finished. There’s nothing left in London. The Army got destroyed. I might be the only soldier left from Hyde Park.”
Richard felt a wave of nausea wash over him. “Shit. What the hell are we dealing with here? Is it really monsters?”
The Asian woman nodded from the driver’s seat. “We’re at war, and we need to be prepared. Everybody, not just the Police and Army. We all need to be ready to fight.”
Richard tried to comprehend what the woman was getting at. He ended up huffing. “Fight monsters? You must be joking. People won’t fight. I’ve just spent half the night trying to stop people robbing each other.”
“If we don’t work together, we don’t have a chance,” she said to him. The young woman’s hard expression made him shift uncomfortably.
“Just do what you can, Officer,” said the soldier. “Those kids you have under arrest, what did they do?”
“What didn’t they do? Breaking into shops, kicking in car windscreens, joyriding...” Richard didn’t know why he was exaggerating. He wondered if he was panicking.
“You need to talk to those boys,” said the reporter. “Tell them what’s coming. Give them something to do, and they’ll be glad to be of use, I promise you.”
Richard sneered. “What? You want me to deputise a bunch of thugs?”
The soldier nodded adamantly. “Yes! We just lost an army in Hyde Park. This country needs fighters. You have a bunch of them sitting in the road. This isn’t just a news of the week event. This is it—the big summer blockbuster, end of the world, fight for survival type of gig. You have a chance to make a difference, Officer. Get your men and those boys ready, because war is coming to us all.”
Richard looked at everyone inside the jeep, then back at the soldier. “You’re not joking? This is really the apocalypse or something?”
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