CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
Inside the Operations Room, Brant and the others watched in desperation as the ship released a bellow of smoke in preparation to depart. Brant grabbed his phone, scowled at it for a brief moment and then shoved it back into his pocket.
‘Find me a secure line,’ he ordered.
Everyone searched for a landline phone that was still functioning and had not been ripped out.
‘Will this do?’ asked Sergeant North.
They spun round to face him and his second-in-command. He was offering his phone in an outstretched hand, looking guilty and ashamed.
Brant took the phone from him. ‘This was nobody’s fault but theirs, so let’s have no guilt or recriminations; let’s just get our people and get these sons-of-bitches.’
Brant swiftly called the commissioner and appraised him of the situ
