"Lets get on with it. The others can take care of themselves."
He motioned Patrick to board and he'd pass the gear over to him. With the tanks and several duffel bags stuffed with other gear it was going to take a bit of effort to get it aboard and stowed.
Once in their cabin he intended to ready the equipment needed for the search - weaponry could remain hidden for now, except for a knife, his weighted gloves and CS cylinder.

It turned out the sniffer dog was in fact sniffing some cocaine that someone was smuggling out of the country... and that particular traveller was pulled over to one side, searched and arrested.

The other officers went over to the abandoned bag on the track... which was full of dirty clothing. Someone was trying to create a security incident.

The cabins were fairly small; a bed, a table and a sink; with first class having an en-suite toilet in each cabin; however, there were no showers on the train itself. Each pair of cabins had an interconnecting door, which had to be unlocked from both sides.

A screen (easily covered over) could be found in each cabin showing their current location and speed; currently St. Pancras at a standstill.
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"Cocaine is a hell of a drug", quoted Jack as he watched the arrest go down.

He shook his head at Michael and turned back to the employee at the counter smiling as he waited for clearance to finish loading.

Michael shrugged.  "Must be using her own product."

"You set up here," Karl directed Patrick, a thought suddenly striking him.
"I'm going to hang around on the platform and see if I can't spot somebody bringing the package aboard."

In reply to Karl Braende (msg # 87):

Patrick Looks at Karl and starts to say one thing then changes his mind, the transformation is written all over his face.
"copy that Mine kaptein, then mutters more to himself then any one , I keep getting reminded why they call us GRUNTS."
He looks up to see Braende taking his leave and thinks , ah hell it is a smart move.

Patrick didn't really need to set up much - it was more just stowing the luggage and ensure the vital items were easily accessible. The whole task wouldn't take more than a couple of minutes.

As Karl looked on the platform, he saw a young woman lifting up an expensive suitcase onto Coach T, one of the standard class sleeper carriages... and she looked, as the English put it, fit.



<a href="http://images.starpulse.com/pictures/2013/11/05/previews/Chloe%20Bennet-IHA-020032.jpg">Young woman</a>

Clad in a tight black corset-style top and tight black trousers, she was putting several of the porters off their work.

Accompanying her was another man with beard, wearing a grey suit, his jacket removed and draped over his suitcase.

<a href="http://www.thewrap.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/pilou-asbaek.jpg">Man with beard</a>
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Using the camera in his phone Karl took a few photos of the platform and passengers like any good tourist. Of course he was careful to both include people of interest and not draw attention to his activities.
Later he'd point out the faces he thought could do with following up on.

In reply to Karl Braende (msg # 91):

Patrick unpacked and sorted the gear. He wondered if any of it was traceable if they had to leave it.
Opening the special tanks was no problem, if you knew how and almost impassable if you did not.
Putting the stun gun in a special made holster to his left side Patrick flinched a bit, the damn yellow color of the plastic was a dead giveaway that it was meant to be seen and carry a message look at me I can hurt you.
 He held it a bit and checked the load considering if it was worth the risk to carry it then slid it into the holster and sighed muttering “ it gives me an edge and I may not have ta kill some poor sod with the pick or a blade”.

Monday 24.08.2020, 1940 British Summer Time

The train departed on time from St. Pancras and quickly entered the long tunnel under East London, only emerging to go at speed through Stratford International past a service to Calais on Platform 4 and the unoccupied platform 3.

They re-emerged near Dagenham Dock, running at 225 km/h through the outskirts of East London, which turned from factories to a preserved marshland as they approached the tunnel under the Thames towards Ebbsfleet, the QE2 road bridge visible in front of them, carrying traffic north to south across the Thames (the other way went through a tunnel) for a small toll fee.

It was up to the party as to how and where they started their search for the statue.

Coach K, the Lounge/Bar

After stashing the crate in baggage Jack dropped into a seat, popped in his earbuds, and appeared to disappear into his laptop.

While playing a video game he ran through the startup for all three scanning systems to make sure he could receive the data from the gear Patrick and Karl were carrying.
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With everyone travelling in adjoining compartments, comms between Jacks laptop and the equipment was simple. Once they headed out into the rest of the train however, who knew what would happen...
"I saw a few interesting people back on the platform that might be worth checking out," he informed the other five while they were still gathered together in the compartments. He went on to relay everything he'd seen and showed the photos he'd taken on his phone.
"Three or four of us should "stretch our legs" at each station and see if we can't spot any more likely couriers boarding."
"Anyone seen anything else we should follow up on before we start knocking down doors at random?"

Coach J, Compartments 3 and 4

"We don't have long at each station; maybe five minutes or so tops", Melissa said, "Perhaps it might be a good idea for one of us to check out the restaurant and lounge cars to see if we can spot any opposition there".
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Coach J, corridor

Outside the combined compartments, they heard some animated conversation.

"Mr. Koskos", a British accented voice said, "Please calm down. I am sorry that your light is not working, but there is nothing I can do about that, understand?"

"You can fix it or place me in other cabin", said a drunken Greek voice.

"Unfortunately the train is fully booked, so I cannot turf anyone out. There will be a cabin free when we get to Turin, but not before".

Coach K, the Lounge/Bar


Jack sent a group text including Karl and Patrick.

#"Can you give me a test scan before you start sweeping the train?"#
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In reply to Jacqueline Baxter (msg # 97):

"Could be a way into one of the compartments? Who knows enough to fix a faulty light?" he asked those still in the three combined compartments.

In reply to Jack Random (msg # 98):

Not bothering to respond via text, Karl waved his metal detector over the scuba tank three times. He knew Jack would be looking for the signal and message only if their was a problem.

In reply to Jack Random (msg # 98):

Patrick watched Karl and sent a text to Jack.

" that was Karl if you did not already know. I'm next."

He hit the on tab and waved his detector from across the room. sent another text.

" that was from maybe six feet er two meters."

As Jack was waiting for a reply to his text, a woman walked up to the table next to him and slid into the slot.

"Good evening", she said with a distinctly foreign accent that Jack couldn't really place.

<a href="http://www.vier.be/sites/default/files/styles/vier_user_highlight/public/persoon/ruah2.jpg?itok=PUkbHqQJ">Foreign woman</a>

She was a very attractive brunette with light brown skin that Jack sort of recognised from somewhere, but he wasn't sure where. She was wearing a pink and white check blouse and blue jeans, a red handbag on one shoulder, which she placed on the table.

"Mind if I sit here?" she continued.
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"Evenin' maam.", Jack, smiling, made no effort to hide his American accent instead injecting all the North Carolina he could into the greeting.

"I reckon your as welcome there as anyone. Don't recognize the accent. Are you local?"

"Nah, I'm not local", the woman replied, "Tourist, well, working one at any rate. I've just finished off a video shoot in London for this YouTube channel I run. I don't know if you've heard of Maria's Place?"

Jack had vaguely heard of it; a fashion channel with over a million subscribers.

"Yeah? Wow, your pretty popular. My sister loves that channel."

Jack took his sunglasses off simultaneously adjusting his laptop so that the front side camera was pointed at her face.

"So you're Maria then?"

CIA life makes a guy paranoid. He ran a search of her photo.

In reply to Karl Braende (msg # 99):

"Well, I've replaced bulbs on BR Mark 1s before now", Melissa said, "Although I'm not sure the same techniques apply to the bulbs here and I don't exactly look like a maintenance person dressed like this".

"Oh, I know that, but how do you think that passenger would feel if somebody offered to take a look at it out of the goodness of their heart?"

In reply to Jack Random (msg # 104):

A search of Maria Santiago's photo revealed a woman with a love of beaches, bikinis and bungee jumping. There was more than one reason for those million subscribers, that was for sure.