It may happen yet
Brussels – 13th October
The former British Chancellor of the Exchequer had been elevated to the position of Prime Minister with almost obscene haste. It was not, however, as he had hoped and envisaged, coming in as it did on the back of a dead PM, cabinet ministers, backbenchers and a major offensive on the Continent. He had been summoned to Brussels post haste and his helicopter was now coming in to land at the rear of the headquarters of the European Commission. An escort ushered him in at great speed introducing him, somewhat unnecessarily, as the new British Prime Minister. Glancing quickly around the table the PM recognised the heads of government for Brussels, Germany, France, and Spain, along with the Vice President for the European Commission.
Totally ignoring any niceties the President of the Federal Republic of Germany took the lead. ‘Prime Minister, what the hell is going on here? We have collected information from the dead bodies of the terrorists, which identify them as being English! This is quite clearly supported by the death of your PM, members of your Cabinet and others. Almost a 50 people have died today, murdered by British terrorists, so presumably you have some sort of explanation?’
‘President as you are aware we too have taken casualties and-‘
‘Yet but no bombs or civilian casualties,’ the Belgian PM interrupted and was visibly angry, ‘so do not even think of evading the question.’
He looked coldly at the Belgian PM. ‘I understand and sympathise with that but this meeting cannot be about recrimination. Our government has lost its Prime Minister, members of the Cabinet, backbenchers and quite contrary to your remark civilians too. The British public, I might add, know all about bombs having experienced them first hand on many occasions and as for your attitude, sir, I object to it most strongly. He fought back, recognising that there was no other way.
‘You are quite right, Prime Minister, ‘the German President pulled back, ‘tell us what you know
‘The truth of the matter is that we know very little indeed. The English Independence Party, as you well know, has been a thorn in our side but once we convicted and jailed the leader and of course proscribed the Party itself things cooled right down. Admittedly there have been the odd occasions when we have had to come down hard on some individuals but nothing of any real concern. Most recently, however, there was an incident, which aroused the interest of Special Branch and may have some bearing on today’s event. This concerns the death of a detective constable under most unusual circumstances which was linked apparently to the death of an ex-soldier from the Parachute Regiment. however, that incident is still under investigation and as of this moment there is nothing positive to connect it with today’s activities.’
‘Are you saying that there may be a link?’ asked the French PM.
‘Quite possibly. At a brief meeting held in my offices today with the head of Special Branch and Chief of Police we have agreed on one thing and that this is the work of a highly organised and very professional group of people. Until today there has been absolutely nothing, no nefarious activity then suddenly this!’
‘Very well,’ said the French PM, ‘let us address the fundamental question, why?’
‘It is simple,’ the German President interjected, leaning back in his chair as he spoke, ‘and we should have recognised it straight away. What we are dealing with here is an English right wing movement with military connections. These attacks are against the symbols of the European movement and the government that took England into Europe against their will, that much is glaringly obvious. What I really want to know is how on earth did they get this far?’ He turned to the PM and said icily, ‘either your antiterrorist department is totally and utterly incompetent or these people are ghosts. Which is it?’
The British PM sat stony-faced declining to answer.
‘But what do they hope to achieve?’ The French PM looked puzzled, shrugged his shoulders then raising his palms upwards said, ‘Why start a war you cannot possibly win? Surely they realise how futile it is, especially if they are as professional as you seem to think?’
‘I think I know why,’ the Vice President spoke up. ‘We all thought that the present British government had crushed the English spirit and defeated the anti-European movement but it is obviously not the case. For whatever reason they are fighting because they believe that they are in with a chance and that, gentlemen, is what concerns me. What do they know of that we don’t?
‘We all hoped that the transition into Europe would take place without too much resentment and that may well have been the case had there been a different party in charge, but that of course was not to be. We in Europe have forgotten how bloody-minded the English can be. Let’s face it us Germans above all should have remembered that, France too for that matter.’
The British PM slapped his hand on the table. ‘I cannot accept what you say, Mr President. Are you implying that we in the Party are directly responsible for the current situation? How idiotic can you get? Now we are really into recriminations.’ ‘Why not? It is true!’ the President snapped back. ‘The English were dragged into Europe screaming and shouting with no opportunity to vote. A situation which we without exception managed to avoid. Yes and before you say anything we were all too some extent involved in this deception. ‘Mark you; however, things would most certainly have been different if you hadn’t actually waged a class war against England itself. You yourself are Scots and you know damn well that it was essentially a Scottish cabal and political appointees ,that disparaged and ultimately destroyed England and the entire English nation; not the European Commission. It was your party that stripped the English of their pride scorned their faith and turned them into third-class citizens in their own country. That prime minister was never part of the European agenda. You destroyed freedom of speech with vindictive laws by adding even to European laws whilst waging a class war in your own country and that once again Prime Minister, was a mistake no one else at this table made.’
The PM flushed with rage and spluttered, ‘Is this the reason you brought me here, because if this continues one moment longer I shall leave.’
‘Where would you go’ The President’s contempt was all too evident.
The French minister intervened. ‘I think, monsieur, that what has been said is essentially true. In France we do not hate or persecute our own people or force them to absorb other religions. We are one nation and the people of France are proud of being French even while being part of Europe.’
‘I really have had enough of this,’ the PM stood up.
‘As you wish,’ the Vice Presidents tone was cold. ‘Your security Prime Minister is lacking, so much so that I feel we must now take over the task of tracking down these people. Special Branch will therefore be under our command and control until such time as this matter is resolved. Please issue immediate instructions to that effect. We will expect – no, shall we say demand – total cooperation from you, the police and Special Branch.’
‘Demand! You cannot demand anything but you may ask.’ The British PM was by now furious.
Just at that point the Belgian Deputy Minister burst into the room. ‘My apologies, Monsieur Vice President but this is of the utmost importance. We have just received a call.’
‘A call? Does this relate to today’s events?’
‘Very well then. You can speak to all of us.’
‘The caller, sir, was brief and said look under St George for England on the internet. We have conducted a search on the Net, sir, and picked up a message, copies of which are being printed off now and should be here within a minute or two.’
‘What is it about, man?’
‘Monsieur President, it appears to be an ultimatum! I think, sir that you should read it for yourself.’
‘Very well, hurry!’ The strain was beginning to show all round and for the next three or four minutes there was total silence, each man contemplating, wondering what was to come. An administrator entered the room and began to distribute the copies.
‘Mother of God, what have we here!’ The Belgian Prime Minister spoke for all. ‘Nuclear devices! Five of them at least! It must be a hoax, somebody please tell me that it’s a hoax!’
The German President waved his copy resignedly. ‘I have a feeling that much of it is probably true as it accounts for what has happened to date. It is in fact beginning to make sense to me now as each move these people make clarifies their purpose. They have shown us and are still showing us that they mean business.’
He paused and looked around the table. ‘The situation is no longer serious, gentlemen, it is critical. We cannot of course bow to their demands as all that we have worked for since the Second World War will be destroyed overnight and that is clearly not an option. Each of us is aware that there are some in the union who would welcome the opportunity to break away so if we allow this demand to succeed, who knows what would follow.’
‘Perhaps it’s a bluff. Maybe they don’t have nuclear devices. ‘The Spanish PM did not sound too hopeful.
‘I have a feeling in my bones that they do,’ said the French PM grimly, ‘but how could they break away? Surely they will fall at the first fence’
‘For a while, monsieur.’ The German President sat back in his chair. ‘But I have no doubt in my mind that these people know where they are going and how they are going to get there. Unless we stop them in their tracks they will inevitably link with friends in both America and the Commonwealth.’ He paused, clasping his hands and placing them against his lips as if in prayer then spoke again. ‘Slowly but surely they will gain strength. Without England both Scotland and Wales will suffer in the long run and well they know this.’ His voice rose. ‘We were wrong these people are more than just terrorists. We are up against a well-organised English revival movement. They are out to reunite Britain, calculating that once they are back on top the tide will turn and both Scotland and Wales will beg to re-join the Union.’
‘Mon dieu, whose side are you on!’ the French PM sounded incredulous.
‘Monsieur, to beat them we will need to understand them and what they are about. For example I do not believe that the people who carried out these acts today will seek to take power.’
The British PM’s head shot up. ‘My God, the English Revival Party! Do you really think that they are behind this?’
‘Not the attacks no. You were, I believe, right on that score. The events today have clearly demonstrated that they are professional soldiers but I believe there is a link between the attackers and a political party and the English Revival Party would seem to fit the bill.’
‘So where do we go from here? You will note that it is Brussels that is first in the firing line.’ The Belgian PM sounded very agitated.
‘Not immediately. They say that they will demonstrate their ability to set off a device if we do not agree. To me that would indicate a certain reluctance to use these weapons. In that case it implies there is a weakness in their plan, which we may be able to use to our advantage.
‘I believe we are looking at a daring but essentially desperate move. They are calculating that by demonstrating their ability to set off one of these devices it will frighten the daylights out of us to the extent that we will fall at the first fence and give in to their demands. however, I do not believe we should surrender to their ultimatum. On the contrary I propose that we respond immediately by informing them that the European Union will not be intimidated and back that up by sending in a European force to deal with the situation. ‘Gentlemen I have done much of the talking and assessment. The point is do you agree with my conclusions and if so, do you accept my initial proposals?’
With the not surprising exception of the British PM, all agreed. ‘Very well, we must assume the very worst which is that a substantial number of people are likely to be involved. However many there are, they must be found and crushed out of existence. I am sure you will agree with me that we have no option but to be as ruthless as they are in this matter.’ He stood up and paced the room before coming back to his chair. ‘It is evident that under the circumstances we cannot totally rely on the British forces to deal with the problem as there may be some involvement. Hence my suggestion is for a selected European force.’
The British PM rose to his feet. ‘I object to that remark, British forces do not mutiny. In fact, I do not subscribe to the scenario you describe at all.’
‘That comment, Prime Minister, clearly demonstrates your naivety and your government’s complacency. Little wonder that these people have got as far as they have so sit down please. Your government no longer have any credibility here as you have put the whole of Europe in danger.’
‘How dare you.’
‘For God’s sake, Prime Minister, sit down now please. ‘The Vice President showed his anger. ‘It is we at this table who will resolve this problem, not you.’
The PM sat dowry his insides in turmoil. These bloody bastards had him. There was no way he could walk away and well they knew it.
The Vice President continued, ‘If we are going to flush these people out we are going to have to move fast, very fast and aggressively too. We will start by sending the absolute cream of our anti-terrorist teams to London immediately. Time being of the essence it will be necessary to take over Special Branch facilities and those of SB who are not needed will be moved out. ‘I suggest also that the intelligence side of the operation be under French command, this due to their long and successful experience in anti-terrorist operations on their own front. I further suggest that for the purpose of this operation English will be the language used so bear that in mind when selecting commanders.
‘Now, we have absolutely no idea what we are up against in terms of numbers. On the one hand there could be very few, shall I say, troops on the ground, on the other hand we could be faced with a great deal of resistance. A European force therefore must be deployed commensurate to the task in hand to support our intelligence activities backup searches and, considering the circumstances, deal with the very real possibility of attack.
‘I am convinced that it is going to take large numbers to flush these people out in the short time available, so I suggest that France, Germany, Spain and Italy between them deploy a minimum three thousand specialist forces with immediate effect. Combat forces to be under the command of Germany who will also dictate the type and number of additional troops to be supplied from each country. I further suggest that the specialist forces go in by air with the additional combat troops and vehicles following on via the Channel Tunnel. As for the British government they will be responsible for the initial administration of these troops.’
There was an audible gasp from the British PM. ‘You cannot be serious. You are talking about an invasion of England. I can assure you sir that we will not stand for it.
‘You will stand for Prime Minister. In fact you are going to have to stand for it. Have you forgotten that you are no longer an independent nation? Let’s face it, we cannot invade what is already ours, so put the message across that we are coming and tell them also that we are coming to save England from these madmen. You know damn well that we cannot fight them here so the fight must be taken to them. You seem to have forgotten already that half of your Cabinet has been wiped out along with the Prime Minister, and you sir, are probably next. There are no options open to us, we must therefore move so fast they will not know what has hit them.’
‘What about the American people? They will be furious.’ The PM was absolutely desperate now and looking for loopholes. No matter what these buggers said or thought he had no doubt that the indigenous population of England would unite once again. They would see it as an invasion.
‘Perhaps they will, but what are they going to do about it attack Europe? Don’t be a fool man.’ He looked around the room. ‘I take it we all agree?’
The French Minister was first to nod his head. The others followed.
His voice laced with contempt and sarcasm, the Vice President turned to the British PM. ‘May I suggest you join us. Don’t forget that without us you are dead, figuratively or otherwise.’
The PM, unable to utter a word nodded his head. In his heart he knew he had no other choice but he also knew that they were wrong and that in England all hell was about to be let loose.