CHAPTER 87
BENJAMIN MORANT, agreed with Gregory Evans' plan to fake his death. They made a compound based on katchup to make up his body and he ingested a synthetic drug, used in the military, to simulate a false death, the so-called state of catalepsy. This condition leads to a decrease in heart rate and, therefore, in blood pressure, making it difficult to perceive vital signs, which in his case was easy, because, as he was tired and very sleepy, his stimuli were immediately reduced, making his death confirmed by all who saw his inert body, like a wax statue.
Taking the time he had, he gained access to Andrew Summers' office, planted the bomb, and left through the emergency door. Which in theory, only the Director could use. Having dominion over the entire computer system helped him a lot in concocting Cicada's ploy to get Paul Leaks' son out of Vauxhall Cross.
He knew better than anyone that he owed them his life.
BENJAMIN MORANT was born into a middle — class home in Brighton, which is a seaside resort town about an hour's train journey south of London. A popular destination for day trips. Behind the wide pebbly beach are game rooms and British Regency architectural buildings. The Brighton Pier, in the central area of the waterfront, opened in 1899 and now has carousels and food stalls. The city is also known for its nightlife, performing arts scene, shops and festivals.
But everything changed when one day, while playing on the beach and without realizing it, he was carried away by the current and if it wasn't for Albion, who was riding a Jet Sky at that exact moment, without a shadow of a doubt he would have died.
Albion gave mouth-to-mouth resuscitation and young Morant came back coughing.
— Are you okay?
Ben Morant couldn't imagine how lucky he was.
The first time I kissed someone and it was you...
He woke up nervous when his parents arrived at the place and saw the circle of friends that surrounded them.
— We don't even know how we can thank you.
Albion and Ben knew their lives were forever linked.
When he joined MI6, the first person he saw entering, coincidence or not, was Albion.
— Well, well, if it isn't the beach boy.
— It's been a few years.
— I think I'll always see him as a little boy drowning.
— I don't even know how to thank you for that day.
Albion straightened his tie and said:
— We can always find a way.
MORANT SIGNED for them to follow him to the parking lot, because the building had been evacuated, it was easy to walk through the corridors.
— Is there no danger of them tracking us on cameras?
— The entire electronics system at Vauxhall Cross has been hacked, there's no computer, television or cell phone that can visualize what we're doing in here.
— How is this possible?
— Greg, the secret of illusionism is not to make something amazing, but to make something simple look amazing, we just put a screen saver with a password, until someone finds that password, we're long gone.
— So there was no external cyberattack?
Morant smiled.
— The worst enemy isn't the one who pretends to be the enemy, Greg, but the one who pretends to be your friend… now, look at the car that's waiting for us.
They realized it was an official vehicle.
— How did you get an official vehicle?
— Money gets everything...
They got in, Morant took the wheel, as driver and after everyone was accommodated, he started the engine and left.
***
URIZEN OPENED HIS PHONE and realized it had been used to get the bastards out of the building, and something startled him:
Benjamin Morant was alive...
He didn't know how to react to that, it wasn't enough to deal with that bastard from MI6 anymore, but Albion was clearly helping the group that were his enemies to escape from MI6.
Don't think about it now...
ANDREW WAS FACING Urizen:
— So you are Albion's envoy?
Urizen nodded.
— Who knew… he's the last person I would ever think of in my life to be messing with these guys.
— Each one of you will pay dearly for all you've done to us, one by one...
— No...
Suddenly, the radio on his desk called:
"QAP, Director..."
Urizen motioned for Andrew to answer.
— QAP, Handerson.
"All the barracks checked, only the master's room is missing"
— My office is clean — he said as he looked at Urizen — I checked it myself.
"Unfortunately, for reasons of protocol we will have to enter, sir"
— I will let you know when my office is ready to receive you.
"Yes sir"
— What else can I help you with?
— I'm only here to make you pay for your sins.
— Sin only exists as a way of making you aware of your mistakes… in the face of a perfect entity, some god. You should know I don't care about that.
— I call...
Andrew smiled and his last words in life were:
— To hell with you, you trash...
Before Andrew started his speech, Urizen stabbed him in the belly and saw the MI6 Director's life slipping away little by little.
— Now you know what it's like to take your life and pretend to live.
URIZEN OPENED HIS JACKET and took out a red pen.
— I'm sure it will look great on you.
He made a drawing on his chest, then left Vauxhall Cross, through the secret passage to the Headmaster's office.
As soon as Urizen got outside, all the lights in the building went out. He looked at his watch and it was only 15 minutes before the bomb went off.