Authors note: - This is a follow on to the previous episodes of Becca XXX Dangerous Cargo. Please read them before reading this or you will not understand the plot or characters
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Becca XXX. Dangerous Cargo. Ch 15
Tony and I stood in the quarry car park as Ryan's car continued to burn. The smell of melted plastic and burnt rubber filled the air as we all took in the gravity of the situation.
"Are you absolutely positive that Shaw is going after the nuclear waste?" Ethan asked over the comms network, still sounding shocked. "Are you sure they want to use it to make dirty bombs?"
"We're as sure as we can be," I replied. "Think about it. Tony's just told you that the bombs aren't powerful enough to cause any lasting damage. Shaw is trying to cripple the country and the bombs alone won't be enough. But if he detonates dirty bombs at those ten motorway junctions, it will contaminate the area for months, if not years. Prime Minister Wilson has been on the news almost every day bleating on about the decommissioning of Hinckley Point A. Everyone knows that they're transporting the contaminated material to Sellafield. Natalie's note said 'Hinckley A to Sellafield. What else could it mean?"
"Hitting the convoy in transit would make sense," added Lexa. "It'll be more vulnerable and more open to attack."
"Yes, but the material they're transporting will be low level radioactive waste. The amount of radiation it emits isn't that high," replied Ethan.
"No, but when the news media get hold of it, the public will go into meltdown. If radiation is detected at the junctions, even in small doses, people won't use the motorways. It's simple health and safety," said Tony. "Those bombs are designed to spread it over a large area. It could take months to make the motorway network usable again."
"Ok... let's say that this is real," said Ethan. "All we need to do is find out when the convoy is going to move the waste. Once we know that, we tell them to hang onto it until Shaw is captured or killed."
"If you'd let me take the fucker out when I said, we wouldn't be having this conversation," said Tony.
"Hindsight is a wonderful thing, Sergeant Fox," spat Ethan. "But we are where we are. We can't change what's done. Arran, see if you can find out when the convoy is going to transport the dangerous cargo to Sellafield."
"Already on it sir," he replied.
I imagined him tapping away at his keyboard and trying to hack into their systems to find the information he needed.
"Oh fuck," he said.
"What is it?" asked Lexa.
"It's already on route."
"You've got to be fucking kidding me," I gasped.
"I wish I was. It left a few hours ago and, according to the manifest, it's on its way to Sellafield. They usually transport it at night and close the motorway off in sections as it passes through," Arran continued.
"Where is it right now?" asked Tony.
"I'm still looking. The vehicle is fitted with a tracker. I'm trying to find it."
"Well work faster," I snapped.
Tony and I gave each other a knowing look of despair. It was as though we were reading each other's thoughts. We nodded at each other, knowing what needed to be done before Ethan could give his orders.
We ran back to the Kia and jumped in. Tony fired it up and spun the car around on the loose gravel. Standing around in the quarry, wondering what to do next, wasn't going to help; we needed to get after Shaw.
"Oh shit," said Arran. "It's on the M6 northbound. It's only a few miles east of your position."
"That explains why Shaw wanted to make the exchange here. This was his plan all along. He's going to hit it tonight," said Tony. "Fuck this, we're on route to intercept."
"Upload the tracking information for the dangerous cargo," I added. "We need to see where the nuclear waste and Shaw are in real time."
"Doing it now," said Arran.
"What's your plan?" asked Ethan. "Even if you manage to catch up with them, you're heavily outnumbered and also outgunned, now that they have the MP7's."
"That's the story of my life," I laughed. "We can't just sit here and do nothing. We'll try and take them out before they get to the convoy."
"Agreed. We'll see if we can get a hold of the driver of the convoy or the escort vehicles and try to warn them, but I think it may be too late."
We rocketed out of the quarry like a missile and onto the main road.
"You should have the tracking data now," said Ethan. "I've sent it to your iPad. The green dot is the convoy, the red dot is the tracker you planted on the weapons and the blue dot is you."
My iPad refreshed showing the green dot moving slowly north along the M6. The red dot was speeding east towards it and was already on the other side of Churchtown. Our location was a few miles behind as we screamed through the deserted town.
"Get the weapons ready," said Tony. "We'll hit them hard and fast."
"Just the way I like it," I giggled.
"Agent Becca, try and concentrate on the task at hand," scorned Lexa. "Keep your mind out of the gutter."
"Sorry, it's a force of habit," I replied. "I'm just trying to lighten the mood."
Tony smiled as he gunned the engine in a desperate attempt to catch up. I looked at the iPad and saw that were closing in on them, but it looked unlikely that we'd get to them before they hit the motorway.
I checked my MP7 and slipped it into the footwell. It was already made ready, but it never hurt to check. I then did the same with my Makarov before stuffing spare magazines for both weapons into my jacket pockets.
"I've got ninety rounds for the MP7 and twenty-seven for the Makarov," I said.
"I've got the same for the MP5 plus two spare mags for the Sig."
"Will that be enough to stop them?" I quizzed, feeling the adrenaline starting to take over.
"It will certainly slow them down, but we need to get to them first. Is there a short cut we can take?"
I watched the red dot on the map. It was now heading through another small town called Catterall. It was on a direct line to the motorway, but something didn't look right.
"I can't see any shortcuts, but they're not heading for the motorway junction."
"What? Where are they heading then?" he asked, trying to keep the car in a straight line as we thundered after them.
"They're heading directly east towards the M6, but the junction is south of here," I replied. "I think they're going to head across the fields on an intercept course."
"No wonder they're in four-wheel-drive pick-up trucks. These guys have planned this well. That's exactly what I'd do. They've picked up the weapons at the last possible moment in order to hit the convoy before it can be stopped."
"They're definitely on an intercept course," I said, watching the green dot get closer as it made its way up the motorway. "Once you get through Cattrall, continue straight on at the junction. It leads to a farm track."
"Roger that."
Tony hit the brakes hard as we got to the crossroads. We still had to think about members of the public driving around and we didn't want to cause an accident. The crossroads were clear so he switched off the headlights and accelerated across it and onto the farm track.
"They need to cross the canal before they can get to the motorway," said Lexa. "There's only one route they can take."
"Roger that, I see it," I replied. "There's only one bridge. Have you managed to get a hold of the convoy yet?"
"No, we can't get a hold of anyone. You're on your own."
"Great," I said sarcastically.
The poor Kia bounced its way down the bumpy track as I watched the red dot cutting across the field. We were still a long way behind, but Tony wasn't giving up. The Kia was more used to taking kids to school rather than driving off-road at ridiculous speeds. In fact, I guessed it had probably never been off tarmacked roads in its life.
The car slewed and creaked as Tony tried to keep it in a straight line. A couple of times we hit deep potholes and I thought the suspension was going to break. My head bounced off of the side window and hit the roof lining as mud and gravel splattered all over the windscreen.
My heart beat had increased but I remained calm on the inside. We had a job to do; it was as simple as that. Fear didn't come into the equation and the adrenaline was keeping me focused.
As usual, my body reacted to being pumped with adrenaline in its usual manner. My knickers were soaking wet and it wasn't from sweat. The excitement was turning me on, as though I was about to be fucked. I wriggled in my seat to squish my sticky pussy against my sodden panties and I let out a small involuntary moan of pleasure.
"I can see them," said Tony. "Four vehicles turning right onto a small lane."
"I see them," I replied, glancing up and then back to the map. "They're on Ray Lane."
"Roger that, we see it too," said Lexa. "It looks like they've crossed the canal and are now stopped under the railway bridge."
The map showed the red dot stationary under a railway bridge which ran parallel to the motorway. From there it was a short sprint to the motorway bridge.
"The convoy is almost at their location," said Ethan. "We've got access to the motorway traffic cameras. We can see them approaching and they have no clue what's about to happen. You need to speed up."
"No shit," said Tony sarcastically.
We headed across a field towards Ray Lane with our lights out. Our eyes were straining to try and locate Shaw's crew. We crept over the canal bridge and saw all four vehicles static under the railway. They appeared to be preparing for the attack. Two guys were handing out the submachine guns to the rest of them as fast as they could. Each man was given an MP7 plus a bag of spare ammunition.
We stopped short of their position to take in the scene. Stealth was still our biggest weapon. They had no idea that we were following them and we needed to keep it that way until the last possible moment. In the distance, I could see the empty motorway with the headlights of the convoy heading towards us. The motorway was closed in both directions to allow the convoy to drive through. It was eerily quiet.
"How do you think they're going to do it?" I asked Tony. "If you were going to take down that convoy and steal radioactive waste, how would you do it?"
"Let me see the map," he said, bringing the car to a stop about three hundred meters away from Shaw's crew.
He glanced at the iPad, zooming in and out and scrolling around.
"How many vehicles are in the convoy?" he asked over the comms network.
"Five. There's a truck carrying the waste and it's protected on all four corners by BMW X5's," said Arran. "I'm sending you the live feed from the traffic cameras now."
My screen pinged and Tony clicked on the icon. A black and white video sprang into life showing the convoy moving slowly towards us. The vehicles were driving in the formation that Arran had described.
Tony remained calm and collected as he evaluated all of the available information.
"This must be their rally point," he explained, pointing at the railway bridge on the map. "If it were me, I'd put a fire team on the motorway bridge. They would hit the escort vehicles with the rocket launchers as they approach. Once they're down, the second team would burst through the fence and onto the motorway with the other three four-by-fours and kill anything that's left alive."
"So, how do we stop it?" I asked, steering his thoughts to a counter attack plan at light speed.
