Andy McNab - Dark winter

Suzy reminded me there was one more thing we had to do before we parked up and headed for the target. 'You've got to call him, Nick. I'd do it but, hey, I'm driving.'

'Let's just call him when we're done and then we keep control.' The more the Yes Man knew, the more he might want changed – and the more influence he'd have over what we were doing. It wasn't the way I liked to work.

'We can't do that, we've got to call him now. I will if you don't want to, it's no biggie. He needs a sit rep.'

He needed a kick in the bollocks, but that would have to wait. Reluctantly I opened up the moan-phone and dialled. I hated him knowing what I was up to; it made me feel exposed. The phone rang just once.

'You should have called earlier.'

'Well, we've done the recces. We should be on target in about an hour. How long after that depends on making entry. We've seen no sign of life.'

'The second you get out, I want to know if you've got Dark Winter and how much of it. You will take control of it at all costs.'

'Yep.'

'Yep what?'

I took a deep breath. 'Yep, sir. Is there anything more about the target being flagged?'

'No. It's a local issue. The town has a huge South East Asia II [illegal immigrant] problem. Chinese gangs use the derelict housing as a holding tank before spraying them around the country. Nothing to do with us.'

'Yes, sir.'

The phone went dead from his end. Suzy was all smiles. 'That went well, I take it?'

The railway station was coming up and Morrisons shone a big yellow welcome at us as we headed for the car park. I bent down into the footwell and unthreaded my bumbag belt from my jeans, shoving it under the seat along with all my Nick Snell cover docs, the Browning and its spare mags.

I got Suzy to stop by the pay-and-display machine. 'My treat. You park.' Nine pounds twenty's worth of coins later, I had a ticket that would see us through till midnight the next day.

The Morrisons and Matalan signs on the other side of the tracks glowed against the sky as Suzy dumped her documents under her seat and I stuck the ticket inside the windscreen. I threw my remaining coins into the glovebox, and joined her as she retrieved her ready bag. The boot went down, and we checked everything was locked and out of sight before she hit the key fob.

We walked past the little tea-cum-newsagent's shop and into the station. To anyone watching, especially the CCTV that covered the almost empty car park, we were travellers about to catch a train. I just hoped they didn't follow us all the way through the station because we walked straight out the other side, past six or seven waiting minicabs, and into the Morrisons' lot. From there we retraced our earlier route.

Nothing had changed, except that it was dark. Lights were on in most of the houses. Some curtains were closed, but through others I could see people watching TV with plates on their laps. Suzy pulled out two of the bricks set into the wall at the DLB, and threw in the car keys, then replaced them. If the shit hit the fan and we had to do a runner, at least one of us would be able to get to the car.

When we got to Loke Road I checked left, down towards the shops. The burger bar was doing a roaring trade, judging by the steam billowing out of the extractor vent. The corner shop next to it was shut, its windows protected by heavy grilles.

We crossed the road at the point we had earlier, just short of the shops. Two Chinese teenagers, a girl and a boy, aged maybe fifteen or sixteen, came out of the alleyway, giggling to each other as they clumsily tried to hold hands and walk at the same time. There was a dark Ford Focus, two-up, parked a bit further along. The driver was as bald as a snooker ball. He turned his head to look at the youngsters as they crossed the road, and studied them a bit too long before he turned back and said something to his mate.

We entered the alleyway to the sound of a lot more TVs on the go. Most downstairs lights were on, and there was the occasional blurred movement behind thin curtains and frosted glass. Suzy changed hands with her bag so she could get closer. 'You see the Focus?'

'They were checking out those kids. Could be drug-dealers, could be police. Or just a couple of perves. Fuck it, let's just get on with it.'

We hit Walker Street and turned left, towards the junction with Sir Lewis and the footbridge. 'You check the target and I'll check left.' As we walked over the crossroads I looked up the other half of Sir Lewis Street. Four kids shot past on bikes with ice-lolly sticks threaded through the spokes, and the headlights of two cars swept towards us. The one further back turned in and parked about half-way down. I knew it was the Focus. They could just have stopped at the chip shop on their way home, but if it was anything to do with us, we'd find out soon enough.

Suzy looked up at me and gave a loving smile. 'No life on target.'

I smiled back as we approached the bridge. 'The Focus just parked short of the junction.'

She knew we were now committed. 'Fuck it, so what?'

We got to the bridge and turned right instead of crossing. There was no other way to do this job except brass it out. No point just hovering around and looking indecisive: we had to look like we belonged, like we had a purpose.

We carried on along the path, in the shadow of the yard walls and fences. Suzy kept a little behind me because the path was too narrow for both of us and the bags. We counted the houses. Three lights, four lights… I could see the Q8 tanks in the docks to my half-left, and the street-lamps of the busy main casting a weak shadow over this side of the lumpy wasteground.

We reached the target and still there wasn't any light from the top windows. Traffic droned along the main behind me and I heard a bath running upstairs in the house next door to the left.

We moved up against the garden wall and stood in its shadow. It was about seven feet high, with access via a wooden door. The general clatter of domestic life filled the night air as we pulled on our gloves. A couple of screams came from the direction of Walker Street, then the rattle of bikes, getting louder. Almost immediately, the kids flew over the bridge, turning right. Suzy and I cuddled into each other as if we were kissing in the shadows. The lights of the main turned them into silhouettes. They were too busy trying not to fall into the river while cutting each other up to pay attention to strangers.

Suzy was taking the performance a little further than I expected: she put her arms around my neck, pulled me down and kissed me hard on the lips. It only lasted a few seconds, not enough time for me to think about what was happening, only that I got a faint hint of strawberry yoghurt and it tasted good.

'I thought you weren't that desperate…'

She still held my head, and pulled it back down, but this time to talk into my ear. 'Don't flatter yourself, Norfolk boy. It's just if you screw things up that could be the last chance I ever get to kiss a man.'

We waited for the kids to go away, laughing and screaming at each other as they pedalled into the darkness. Suzy and I disentangled ourselves as Bathroom Billy shouted at Maureen to bring him up a towel.

I moved against the wooden door and peered through the gap around the latch. The backyard was still in darkness, but I could make out an entrance to the right and a window to the left. There was no sign of life inside the target. This could mean the house was deserted, or that the ASU were down at the burger bar. It could also mean that they'd blacked out all the windows, or were on hard routine, no lights or smoking, not even cooking, just sitting there waiting to give us the good news.

I eased the door towards me before squeezing down on the rusty thumbpiece to release the latch, then pushed it the other way. It yielded no more than a quarter of an inch. Either it was bolted somewhere, or it was stuck. I didn't want to push any harder and risk noise, so, keeping the lever depressed, I nudged the bottom of the door with my foot. No resistance. I did the same with my free hand at the top of the door, and that was solid. I stepped back, grabbed the top of the wall, and cocked my right leg. Suzy cupped her hands under my foot and I heaved myself up until I could lean my stomach across the coping. I looked and listened. Everything seemed all right, so I swivelled round and eased myself gingerly down the other side. My feet connected with a pile of wood. Feeling round it, I toed myself on to the concrete yard as Maureen shouted at Bathroom Billy to get a bleedin' move on 'cos his tea was ready.