Missing Years. ( Part 22)



The rest of the day was complete mayhem. Ray decided to say the whole thing again word for word an hour later. But this time in three different languages. French, Spanish and Mandarin. It was the lead story on every TV News station around the globe. All sorts of questions were being asked about Ray Samuels. The main ones were, who was he, why was he here and should people follow his lead?

Stacey stayed with Ray till mid-afternoon then decided she should leave.

“Ray, I’m going now. I’ll be at Mums if you need me.”

He stood up and gave her a hug.

“Of course Stacey, your Mum will be worried about everything, trust me, I know, she always was.”

They laughed and Stacey left. She blew him a kiss as she closed the front door.

Eddie came into the room.

“So, what happens now son, what happens between now and Tuesday? It’s only five days away.”

Ray was looking out of the window at the hoards of people now gathered outside. The crowds were getting bigger. More people were arriving all the time.

“We get ready Dad, ready for what’s coming.They’ll try to stop me, I know that, but as the Bible tells us in Corinthians. Be watchful, stand firm in the faith, act like men, be strong.”

DCI Spencer was sitting opposite Commander Swan, Spencer couldn’t help noticing that Swan looked like he was about to kill someone.

“Okay, I’ve calmed down now, although I think you’re a bloody incompetent fool for not knowing what he was going to say. We have to make sure that he doesn’t go through with this madness on Tuesday.”

Spencer ignored the remark. He wasn’t going to apologise for something he had no control over.

“Sir, I’m not sure if we can stop it, besides what harm can it do?”

“You really are an idiot Spencer, my sources tell me that this interview today was watched by approximately 100 million people around the globe. That’s more viewers than the fucking Superbowl in America, and it’s being repeated every hour on the two biggest stations worldwide. Now if only 10% of them, and that’s a conservative estimate, decide to down tools on Tuesday it will be utter chaos, not just here but around the world. Imagine if just half a dozen of these nutters are air traffic controllers or airline pilots or train drivers, what happens then?”

He didn’t wait for an answer.

“I’ll bloody well tell you what happens then, no trains, no flights that’s what. Whole airlines grounded, no public transport, the knock on effect is enormous. What about bloody Doctors and Nurses as well, what about brokers, traders, internet workers, the fucking world economy comes to a halt. We suddenly have Anarchy. It would be the first time in HISTORY that the entire World goes on strike! Thats fucking what!.”

Spencer suddenly realised the enormity of the situation.

“Sorry Sir, I didn’t realise.”

Swan continued with his rant.

“Did you see the bloody reaction from all around the world, they clapped him, they bloody well clapped him. He’s becoming some kind of modern day hero come to save the fucking world!”

“But sir, what can we do to stop it. It’s too late now, he’s already made his statement?”

Swan took a deep breath and a sip of his black coffee, then sat back in his chair.

“As I see it, we have four option. The first is that we try our best to persuade him not to go ahead. We play nice. Appeal to his better nature. Try to convince him that the thirty minute strike would be a bad thing for the world not a good one. The second option is to smear or blackmail him. Tell him we’ll plant some very nasty stories about him in the press over the next few days. I’ve got people working on that already. We could raid his house and find pornographic material hidden under his bed containing images of children. You get the idea Spencer. Third option is we offer him a huge sum of money just to shut up and go away somewhere. Personally I don’t think that one would work.”

Spencer was waiting for Swan to continue. He didn’t he just sat there thinking. Spencer couldn’t wait any longer, he asked the question.

“And if he decides to still go ahead, what’s the fourth option?”

Swan gave him one of his looks.

“Don’t be so naïve Spencer, you know perfectly well what the fourth option is. Surely I don’t need to spell it out for you?”


Trevor Wilson was dressed in suit, shirt and tie. He looked every bit the normal City gent. He bought his tube ticket like everyone else, sat among the commuters just like everyone else, got off the train at Barking and left the station. Behind Barking station was a small 10 room hotel. He booked in and paid cash for three nights. He was close now, very close, he could almost smell it. He could plan from here, gain strength, take more lives. Lives were cheap here. He would grow even stronger, then it would be his time.

Ray was sitting with Eddie when suddenly he sat up straight and began to look around. He had a strange contorted grin on his face that Eddie had never seen before.

“He’s close Dad, very close”


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