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Andy McNab: Agressor

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The RAF had flown a big container in with us to Fort Hood, then had it trucked on-site, and Tony carried the keys. He seemed pretty much a pacifist, so maybe it just contained enough fairy dust to make everybody dance out of the building, but I doubted it. The FBI had been pretty keen to have access to Charlie's siege surveillance devices, but the inside of Tony's head was what they really wanted. His business was advanced gases; he seemed to be on first-name terms with every molecule on the planet. What's more, he knew how to mix them so precisely that they killed, immobilized, or merely incapacitated you to the point where you were still able to crawl.

A flurry of shouted instructions belted out of Alpha Pod's command tent. Special Agent Jim D. 'Call Me Buster' Bastendorf was tuning up for his morning gobbing-off session to the new shift commanders, and as usual making everything sound like a bollocking.

Bastendorf really did like everyone to call him Buster, but it took us no time at all to christen him Deaf Bastard, then, because it was less of a mouthful, Bastard for short.

Bastard was a Texan and that meant everything – his shoulders, arms, hands and, most of all, his stomach – was bigger than it needed to be. It would have done him no harm at all to stay away from the two-pound T-bones after Christmas. He had a severe crew cut and a heavily waxed Kaiser Wilhelm moustache. He kept on curling the ends, as if letting them droop would be a sign of weakness. Yessirree, Jim D. Bastendorf knew exactly what his mission was: to kick ass, bust heads, solve the problem.

Everything was a battle for this man; every minute of every day was a fight he had to win. His jaws worked non-stop on chewing tobacco. Every quarter of an hour he'd gob a mouthful of thick, black, saliva-covered crap into a polystyrene cup, trawl out another wad from a tin in his back pocket, and start the whole process again.

His problem with us began with Tony's accent. Whenever Tony asked a question or tried to offer some input, he just looked blank, and took to referring to him as 'that Limey fag in the trailer' who 'don't know shit from Shinola'. I was this other Brit waste of space who kept asking damn-fool questions: 'What about this? What about that? Do you really think that keeping these guys awake 24/7 is going to get them to come out?'

When it came down to it, he didn't have a clue what we were doing here. Our brief was short and to the point. So long as we kept out of his way, had the correct little blue passes hanging from our necks at all times, and shared his view that we'd all been floundering helplessly till he rode over the hill like the Fifth Cavalry, we could stay here for ever, for all he cared – which was just fine by me, because I didn't care much either. If Bastard didn't want to listen, it wasn't my problem. The Davidians' water supply had been fucked up, and sooner or later they'd get hungry or thirsty or bored. They'd come out eventually, so I'd just keep getting the kettle on for Tony and me until the white flags started appearing.

Bastard roared with laughter. People were shouting instructions to get over to the command post. Something was happening.

'Shut the fuck up!' Bastard boomed. 'Check this out – showtime!'

I unzipped my bag and got to my feet. There was another sound above the scream of rabbits and screech of tank tracks. Bastard had thrown a switch so that his mates could listen in on the conversation between the negotiators and the Bible-bashers.

Achild of no more than five was on the phone inside the compound. I could hear muffled crying in the background. 'Are you going to kill me?' her small voice asked.

6

The negotiator was on a US Air Force base miles away – another bad tactic. He spoke gently, as Bastard's boys in the command tent shrieked and whistled. 'No, honey, no-one is coming to kill you.'

'You sure? The tanks are still outside…'

'The tanks won't hurt you, honey.'

Another, male voice took over in the compound. 'Why are you letting your guys drop their pants at our women?' He was going apeshit. 'These are decent women in here; you know that's not the way to go. Why should we trust you?'

Bastard roared, 'About time them bitches saw some prime ass!'

From the sound of it, this got his boys' vote. I bet they were mooning at the speaker.

I exchanged a glance with Tony, who'd been staring at his coffee. We both listened as the negotiator tried to come back with a reasonable response. 'You know what these guys are like; you know the ones who fly the helicopters or drive the tanks, they haven't got the same mindset as us. I'll try and do something about it, OK?'

Bastard guffawed. 'Fuck that, and fuck you too, Mr Mindset! You just keep on talking; leave the ass-kicking to the big boys.'

There was a fresh burst of applause. I could picture the big boys shrugging off their pants again, waving their arses at the speaker.

I took a sip of my brew. Whatever the negotiator said, it didn't look good for Koresh and his crew. The ATF had ignored his invitation to come in and inspect the place for illegal weapons and whatever else they thought the Davidians had up their sleeves, and instead had mounted a full-scale armed operation.

Maybe it was a coincidence, but it just so happened that the ATF were losing credibility in Washington right now, and it was budget time. They clearly wanted to put on a bit of a display – they'd invited the media along, and given them ringside seats. They'd even got their own cameras rolling, in case the newshounds missed any of the action.

The Branch Davidians must have known something was up when they clocked the film crews setting up shop. Their suspicions would have been confirmed when helicopters started swooping round the rear of the compound, partly to draw their attention away from the cattle trailers full of armed ATF agents headed for the front door, partly so the US public could see their tax dollars on the screen.

The Davidians returned fire, as they were entitled to do under American law. They even called 911 to tell the police they were being attacked, and begged for help.

The gun battle lasted for an hour, the longest in American law enforcement history. At the end of it, four ATF agents lay dead, with another sixteen wounded. When little brother gets his arse kicked, big brother comes to sort it out. The FBI took over. From that moment on, the Branch Davidians were doomed. This was one movie that wasn't going to have a happy ending.

Tony took a sip of coffee and looked at me sadly as he listened to the conversation that followed.

The Davidians wanted water…

The negotiators said they wanted to help out, but they just couldn't oblige. Their hands were tied.

People were starting to die of thirst here…

It was possible the FBI might be able to do something if some of the Davidians came out and gave themselves up, as a token of goodwill. How did that sound?

Tony was totally out of his depth here. He didn't like the sound of the AFVs, and he didn't like the shouting that came as part of the law enforcement package. He particularly didn't like being so near things that went bang. He'd have given anything right now to be tucked away in that lab of his, feeding laughing gas to Roland Rat or whatever the fuck it was they did there. He gave me a brave smile. 'Another day, another dollar, eh?'

'Easier said than done, mate.' I tried to sound upbeat for him. 'Best not to worry about what you can't change. It'll give you a headache.'

Tony looked away, staring sightlessly through the side of the trailer as Bastendorf's audience got right on with enjoying the show.

7

I didn't particularly care which way this thing panned out. I was just looking forward to getting back to Hereford and the squadron. I was out of the Regiment in a couple of months' time and needed to sort a few things. Not that I had much to organize. The Firm [Secret Intelligence Service] were going to do everything for me, sort out bank accounts, take control of my life.

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