Spooks: The Greater Good Page #4

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I'll bump you up to Restricted Strap One.

Still won't get you anywhere exciting.

And every file you open will be logged.

So don't go nosing.

In place.

And away we go. Better stay on the

line, Will, until we're done,

in case of any hiccups.

Seems like I'm going to have

to steal a lot of extra bandwidth.

- How much?

- The borough's.

Malcolm?

Okay, I'm in.

Trawling the servers now.

Harry, we need to get moving.

Can we do this any quicker?

I could, yes. Unfortunately,

this machine is pre-millennial.

G Branch already pulled these.

Erin Watts. Served under Pearce.

Current whereabouts unknown.

Might be worth a closer look.

So, come on, then.

What is it between you and Harry?

Fill in the blacked-out bits for me.

I was running a pretty heavy op

that went south. We had to burn it.

But I had an agent left exposed.

Harry's order was to cut him loose.

I chose to ignore that order.

I almost got him out.

I only just got out myself, and Harry...

Decommissioned me on the spot.

I'd been in that job less than a year.

I was here just long enough to realise

you can do good or you can do well.

Sooner or later they make you choose.

Well, I'll let you get on.

Are we nearly there?

Once I press enter, there's no going back.

Are you sure about this?

Sure about what?

I'm sorry, Will.

The archive's downloading.

We'll have it in 11 seconds.

Harry.

Harry!

- He's disconnected us.

- Did we get it?

Harry, what did you do?

Stand away from the computer.

I've never had to say this to you before,

but I hope you know what you're doing.

Is Harry working with Qasim?

He stole an entire GCHQ data archive.

Everything we have

on friendly Western agents in Russia.

Why is Harry going to Berlin?

He popped up on Schnefeld Airport's CCTV.

I don't know.

Mace wants to enhance this interrogation.

Put you on a plane to Morocco.

I can't stop it.

Not unless you give us something.

Harry didn't run that cyber attack himself.

So who's helping him?

Besides you.

Harry kicked you out of the service.

Now he's used you to steal state secrets.

And still you're protecting him.

- Why?

- I'm not.

Let me go to Berlin and I can find him.

Keaton, sir. The file you wanted.

And chatter's spiking.

Analysis indicates a large-scale

attack in the next 48 hours,

suggesting multiple targets.

An officer present

at Qasim's escape is missing.

Signs of a struggle in his home.

Know anything about that?

How's your mother, Holloway?

Doesn't keep too well, I hear.

Never has, since your father died.

Understandable, really.

All those years of trying for a baby.

The joy at it finally happening.

And then comes that knock at the door.

I know, I know.

Harry was right about one thing.

You're not good enough.

...primarily

attacked military and political targets.

Home Secretary, can we really hope

to stop Qasim striking again?

I say to Adem Qasim, we will not be cowed.

We will not be bullied.

We have faced down threats to our

freedom and way of life time and again.

Your ability to wound us

may be significant, but it is finite.

You will find our resolve

to be without limit.

They're not listening.

Have they never killed our women?

Our children?

If we kill a hundred of theirs,

we won't have repaid

one thousandth of the debt.

We're making a better world, brother.

Transfer team in position at City Airport.

We have ATC authorisation

to hold the runway

for prisoner transport when necessary.

Roger that.

We'll be there in 20 minutes.

- Keaton.

- I think I owe you one.

You kept quiet about Vass.

Least I could do.

Danke.

- Colonel.

- Hello, Harry.

Alexanderplatz. Northeast corner

by the subway, 11:00 am.

Why there? We have a safe house.

Call it nostalgia.

- Did you receive your gift?

- Yes. Very thoughtful.

Don't forget to bring the archive.

Don't forget to bring his wife.

How did you find me?

There's only one place to run a meet

in Berlin. You used to tell me.

Northeast corner of Alexanderplatz.

Open sightlines. Multiple exits.

Undone by sentimentality.

That's the price of Qasim's wife.

Once she's out of FSB custody,

he gives me a phone number.

That gets me to the traitor.

Qasim's gonna attack in the next

48 hours. You're gonna help me find him.

I don't have a way to Qasim.

I never did have.

- Then this is over.

- They'll tear it down, Will.

They'll destabilise the

service to the point

where it's justifiable

to take it over.

- Get in the car, Harry.

- There's an old hotel 10 minutes away.

My contact can meet us there with

clean passports for all three of us.

You're going home.

Sorry about this.

He's a bit paranoid. Through here.

- Why are you here, Miss Keaton?

- Keep moving, Harry.

I killed someone because of you.

Rob Vass. He was a mate.

I want to know why.

You're C2, aren't you?

A C2-ranked junior field officer

who can source clean passports

in a foreign city. That's impressive.

- What are you doing, Harry?

- Talent spotting.

Remind me, what was

the smoking gun on Vass?

- A bank statement.

- And which one of you found it?

I did. Will, he's trying to mess with us.

My contact's waiting.

For God's sake, Will.

Preparation is everything.

- It was an order. It was necessary.

- And what about Vass?

What about Vass?

When you came to my house, I called it in.

Said someone was asking

about Qasim's escape.

I was put through to Command

and they told me what to do.

They got to Vase's apartment

ahead of us and planted the evidence.

I tricked Vass into running.

He's going to kill you. Go, now. Run!

- What did they promise you?

- They didn't promise me anything.

It was an order.

You think I wanted to do it?

I feel sick about Rob, okay?

But we have to follow orders.

- We don't have to like them.

- Old-fashioned blind obedience.

I know my duty.

I'm the only one here who does.

You were played.

- Who gave the order?

- Come on. You don't have it in you.

She's right, Will.

But I wonder if Miss Keaton

is so sure about me.

It was an order. They said you were

traitors. That's all I know, I swear.

It was a secure command line.

What was I supposed to do?

Do you believe her?

Yeah.

I'm sure your people

will come and find you,

if you haven't outlived your usefulness.

After all this was over, what did

you think they were gonna do with you?

All I've done is what they asked of me.

We're changing the deal.

We take Qasim's wife back to London.

Tell him he comes to the handover

in person or he never sees her again.

Let's go get her.

- What happened to Alexanderplatz?

- Sudden attack of agoraphobia.

I'm afraid there was a

problem with Qasim's wife.

- I needed her alive.

- She was pregnant.

She miscarried, blamed us.

There was an accident.

At least be good enough

to put her in my car.

Harry.

Colonel.

I hate to be ungentlemanly,

but we're going to need your clothes.

As the manhunt

for Adem Qasim intensifies,

all passengers travelling

on the UK's national rail network

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