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we speak, to shut down any websites that carry his messages and limit the damage. But these lies seem to be spreading more quickly than any we’ve encountered from any opposition before. We traced the initial breach of information security to the office of a local newspaper in Hailsham. The editor and staff are in custody. They’re sharing what they know.”

      Mitchell couldn’t help shuddering. He didn’t need to see the pictures in the manila folder. He knew what Lee meant by “sharing what they know”. He’d seen the stale bloodstains on the floors of NJ7 interview rooms.

      Suddenly Lee was interrupted by a heavy sigh from Miss Bennett. Everybody looked to her.

      “Sorry to interrupt,” she said, in a way that made it obvious she wasn’t sorry at all. “But shouldn’t you tell everybody exactly what this boy’s saying that’s so dangerous?”

      Lee responded calmly. “Fine. He’s saying that the Government’s reasons for going to war with France are based on a lie. He claims we weren’t attacked by the French.”

      “And were we?” Miss Bennett’s smile broadened, but her eyes glinted like blades.

      “Were we what?”

      “Were we attacked by the French? Or were we wrong?”

      “Wrong?” Lee snapped. “The evidence was presented, discussed and agreed upon. You were there, and you agreed with the Prime Minister’s decision.”

      “I agreed on the basis of the evidence,” Miss Bennett replied. “If it turns out that evidence was misleading, and we have new evidence…”

      “The decision to attack France has already been taken,” Lee interrupted, “and now we must follow through.”

      Mitchell tried to shrink into his chair. He was stuck in the middle of the argument. Even though he was secretly delighted that Miss Bennett knew exactly how to infuriate William Lee, he hated having the eyes of the room aimed in his direction again. In desperation he looked to the Prime Minister, hoping he’d put a stop to the discussion. But Coates was staring into the middle distance, his head swaying slightly from side to side. Was he OK, Mitchell wondered?”

      “Tell me,” Miss Bennett was saying, “have you considered why Jimmy Coates’s message is spreading more quickly than anti-Government messages have in the past?”

      Lee wasn’t phased by the question. “I’m sure your team at the Information Division knows much more than I could about which messages people choose to disperse over the Internet.” He let out an awkward chuckle. “It seems to me that people will forward any old rubbish. They send all their friends personality quizzes, ridiculous jokes and pictures of monkeys dressed as penguins.”

      “I haven’t seen that picture,” Miss Bennett cut in. “I think I’d like to. Mitchell, make sure I see the penguin-monkey that Mr Lee knows so much about. I don’t want to be left behind.” Mitchell squirmed. “And find out about ‘jokes’ as well. I might like them.”

      “Miss Bennett!” William Lee couldn’t help raising his voice now, and looked around the room for support. Mitchell knew that only the Prime Minister would have dared tell Miss Bennett to be quiet and right now he looked far away, concentrating on something else.

      “No need to shout,” purred Miss Bennett. “All I’m saying is that it looks like people are responding to the boy’s message. Maybe they believe him, and maybe they want to believe him.”

      Mitchell was amazed. He’d seen Miss Bennett argue with William Lee before, but never in front of so many other people.

      “A message doesn’t spread itself, does it?” she went on. “It takes members of the public to—”

      “Members of the public?” roared Ian Coates, suddenly bursting into life as if he’d just woken up from a nightmare. Everybody was startled. “Since when did we take the advice of strangers in the street on how to run the country?”

      Mitchell watched the faces of Miss Bennett and William Lee. They were both dumbfounded by Ian Coates’ outburst. But as the PM went on, Mitchell noticed a change in his voice. It was thin and frail, like the voice of a man thirty years older.

      “Members of the public?!” Coates repeated, even more indignant. “The system of Neo-democracy protects the British people from the ignorance of the general population.” His eyes bulged with rage and his temples were throbbing. Mitchell found he couldn’t look away from the beads of sweat glistening in the furrows on the man’s forehead. “The vital decisions are taken by experts,” Coates was saying. “By us. Nobody in Britain should live with the responsibility that they might have to make decisions of national importance. The consequences of such decisions are immense.”

      Around the table, the Cabinet members were either staring into their laps or shooting each other glances of concern at the Prime Minister’s outburst. But nobody dared interrupt him.

      “It is more vital than ever,” he went on, “that the country is fully behind this Government. The war with France is a vital part of that process. It’s the perfect way to unite everybody in Britain. And we’ll be united behind Neo-democracy.” He fixed his glare on William Lee. “That’s why we’ve come up with the Walnut Tree Project.” With another curt wave, he indicated that Lee should continue the briefing.

      “Quite simply,” Lee explained, still rattled by the PM’s rant, “we have planned a new French attack. Not a strike on an oil rig or military target, but an attack on the British people themselves. This will be the best reminder to everybody in the country that we have a common enemy.”

      “You’re going to attack British citizens yourself and then blame the French?” Miss Bennett wasn’t aghast, as Mitchell expected her to be. She sounded like she was calmly clarifying the details.

      “We’ll try to minimise casualties, of course,” Lee replied. “But for the attack to look genuine, some members of society may have to be sacrificed.”

      “Expendable ones,” Coates explained. “Criminals the courts haven’t convicted yet, homeless people, the unemployable…”

      “I’ve chosen the most suitable site I could find on such short notice,” said William Lee. He picked up a large roll of paper from the floor and unfurled it on the table. It was a map of London. “In order to have the most impact, I realised that it had to be somewhere in London. And then I thought—why not use this to solve our other little problem?”

      Everybody looked puzzled. Mitchell already suspected what Lee had in mind before he explained, “Jimmy Coates escaped our aerial task force. The strike on his helicopter was a success, but it turns out Jimmy wasn’t in it.”

      Sounds like a British success, Mitchell thought to himself.

      “Our investigative team now believes he could only have slipped away on the train. The train reached London twenty minutes ago, making it too late to seal Waterloo Station. But if we stage the attack carefully, in the vicinity of Waterloo, and we clear the area of police and ordinary security services, we might be able to tempt Jimmy Coates out of hiding to try to stop the explosion. We’ll make sure he doesn’t succeed, of course. At the very least, we may be able to pick up his trail. With any luck we’ll blow him up along with the building.”

      Finally, Lee leaned forward, his shadow extending over the map of London like night falling across the city. He extended an elegant index finger and tapped a small lane called Walnut Tree Walk in Lambeth. All he said was, “A tower block.”

      Everybody craned forward to get a look at the exact spot. The people at the far end of the table had to stand up to see and a general murmur broke out. Mitchell waited for someone to make an objection, but from the fear on their faces it was obvious nobody was going to. He wondered whether he should protest himself, but when he took a breath to speak it seemed to freeze his throat. He looked again at the map. The lines swirled around with the confusion in his head. He didn’t understand the politics of it, but he understood that the Government was going to blow

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