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RAF Fairborough, Oxfordshire – Three Minutes Later
Eli walked a few paces in front of the girl to give himself some cover so he could mutter into his microphone. Overhead the Red Arrows screamed through the sky leaving a trail of red, white and blue; the fly past was accompanied by a booming commentary and the combined decibels were playing havoc not only with comms but also Eli’s own hearing. He pressed his earpiece into his ear to try to shut out the racket and kept his message short.
‘Zero Seven approaching 258 with SB.’
As he drew closer to their stallholder’s caravan, Eli felt his heart rate slow and spirits lighten. Once Sweetbait had the belt around her waist and was headed in the direction where Special Branch were waiting, they’d be on the home run.
The squad would remove
