No. 10 Downing Street

The three men sat around the table like bullets in a gun cylinder. Equal distance. Equal stature. Even their suits looked like they'd been stitched by the same tailor, albeit Eddie's was khaki green and adorned with military regalia. On the armchairs, they leaned back, spreading their weight so their shiny shoes - dangling about their crossed legs - were visible from where the Prime Minister's personal assistant stood at the door. She smiled curtly as she left, careful to close the door quietly.

'It was an inside job,' The Prime Minister said, stubbing the end of a cigarette butt into an apple shaped glass bowl on the chair arm. He left the smoking filter beside four others then rocked forward, pressing his palms flat to the polished mahogany veneer. It reflected the ruby flush of his cheeks and the hook of his nose that shadowed his cupid's bow on his upper lip.

'No one knew the casement of Fertility would be at Dover that day. It was on a leash tighter that my belt and this damn thing's pressing on my gut so tight, I can't even fart.'

The two others shared a glance, in no rush to speak. What was done was done. The Prime Minister reached for another cigarette, pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose with his elbow, then slid the packet across the table.

'The attack was alarming,' Eddie, the dark haired one said, slowly, taking the packet from the Prime Minister. 'My wife has taken to drinking sherry before bed, just so she can sleep.'

'All our fears have come to the surface,' said the lighter haired one.

'I just can't work out who would be stupid enough to do it,' the Prime Minister said, inhaling deeply as the papery corners of his new cigarette flared and started to crisp. 'To attack a government casement, in transit for another government, in broad daylight...'

'But I thought all the evidence pointed towards the security guard whose body was found at the scene,' the lighter haired man said. 'He was the insider.'

'And his family. Were they not all there?' Eddie added, brushing a thicket of rough dark hair that fell to the middle of his forehead in thick blunt strands.

'They were just the rubbing rags,' the Prime Minister said. 'That security guard was skint - that's certainly motive - but who was he working for? There's no payment trail. No evidence that we can pin on him apart from the monthly salary he was paid, by you, Eddie.'

Eddie's frown depended into folds around his eyes and forehead.

'And that is perhaps what my wife needs the sherry for,' Eddie replied, smoothly.

'They want me to give in on foreign policy,' the Prime Minister said. 'I resisted then and I'll resist now. Whoever's behind this is not going to beat me over four dead border guards and a palette of Fertility. If anything I'll clamp down, lift the threat of attack level to imminent and close the borders quicker than you can say boo to a goose.'

'I was under the impression you already had done,' said the lighter haired man beside Eddie.

'That's temporary but I damn sure will.'

The two brothers were alike in posture, both upright now with their well-fed chests puffed and their hair brushed slightly to one side. Neither the dark or the lighter haired brother frowned though their tired eyes illuminated the scale of the predicament they now faced. There was no denying the severity. Innocents had died.

'Christopher, you need to calm down,' Eddie said to the Prime Minister, tapping a pen on his Marlborough packet. He'd overcome smoking in his twenties just like he'd survived the shrapnel that had lodged in his hip during a tour of the Gulf in his thirties. Though his eyes drifted to the packet on more than one occasion, he didn't lean out for them. 'I won't patronise you and tell you all the reasons why Dover was hit, but as a former marine, I'll tell you this, the ones who got away were not military trained, from here or any other country. Watching the surveillance footage back, it's clear they were novices; scared, erratic.'

'Then how did they get away with it?!' The Prime Minister shouted as his PA backed her way into the room with a Victorian silver tray of tea in hand.

'Two reasons.' Eddie continued to tap the pen.

'Not now, Claudia.' The Prime Minister said, waving his hand at the clatter of her tray in the doorway, in much the same way he'd stoke a fire.

Eddie watched her turn and edge out again. 'Because they had the element of surprise and because they arrived with a sub-armoury of ammo. Even my brother here could have done a job like that, with grenades, machetes, shotguns, hand guns, automatics, oozys, bullet proof vests, get away cars. You name it they had it. If the cargo had been escorted—'

'I didn't think it would need to be!' the Prime Minister snapped. This is medicine being sent out to help people, so the French can copy the formula in their factories to expedite their birthing problem. No one steals medicine!'

'Perhaps it's not about the cargo,' the fairer haired brother said. 'Maybe they were there proving a point.'

'What point?'

The Prime Minister looked at them both in turn, perhaps wondering why he'd brought Eddie and his brother into his inner circle over something so sensitive. Eddie was completely obsessed with generating PR for the production of Fertility and as for his brother, despite being at least a decade older, he was hot on his political heels, but they'd fixed things for him before. When all other leads had come up short he was running out of options.

The people were marching.

They were rioting.

They demanded retribution for the dead but most importantly they demanded answers that he couldn't give. At least IS owned up to their attacks. The lack of responsibly here made it so much harder, like fighting a ghost in the dark, or an invisible bull in the ring.

'I say the whole exercise was rigged to prove how weak your defences were,' the lighter haired man said. 'It's not about Fertility — Eddie can make more — but about control.'

The Prime Minister rocked back in his chair, stifled by his own laughter. 'You think I'm weak? You think anyone can jump in and take whatever they want from us?' He leaned forward again. His smile dissolved into something much more sinister. 'I am not weak.'

'Christopher, this thing is a needle in a haystack,' Eddie said to the Prime Minister.

'So let the security guard take the wrap,' the lighter haired brother said.

The Prime Minister leaned back, exhaling slowing so the smoke rippled in front of his worn skin and saggy eye-bags. 'You remember when that dodgy crack cocaine hit the streets last year. A string of deaths resulted and we couldn't do a damn thing to stop it.' He took a long drag of his cigarette. 'So what did we do? Arrest the donkeys pedalling it on the streets. No. We flooded the market with our own.'

'Excuse me,' the lighter haired man said.

'We distributed the finest non-cut Class A drugs in the world. Quarantined stuff. And we swamped London with it. You want to know why?'

The brothers raised their eyebrows in unison.

'Because when you offer a better product for cheaper, you automatically become the leader. You win. You think anyone wants to buy potentially toxic crack off the street when the good stuff is on offer? No. They took ours. The dodgy batch became worthless overnight, and once it was dumped in a skip in South London, we were able to trace it back to source. They ratted themselves out, literally.'

'I'm not sure I follow,' Eddie started. 'The stolen Fertility is not contaminated.'

'Not yet,' Prime Minister Seaford said. 'We may not know where that attack came from, or how that security guard and his friends came by military grade arsenal, and we don't even need to flood the market with a so called better strain of Fertility to take confidence out of this one, because we know something about the Fertility that we didn't know about the crack cocaine then. We know every single woman who is taking Fertility via our Clinic database.'

'My database,' Eddie said, the fine hairs lift on Eddie's arms, right about the curled up cuffs of his shirt.

'Well now they'll it's my database, under my control,' the Prime Minister said. 'I want to know about everyone; even the ones who don't get on the list. Especially the ones who don't get on. They're the most likely to turn to this new black market of Fertility. We have full access to iD tags. We find the girls who got pregnant without the scheme, where it's damn near physically impossible to impregnate yourself without major funding and medical intervention, then we'll find our Fertility, and once we find that, we'll be able to trace it back to the real source.

'There won't be the opportunity to have a baby without us knowing about it. We are Great Britain. They think they can take us down? Well we'll hit them like a tonne of bricks, you mark my words. We'll catch these sons of bitches if it's the last thing I do!'

Eddie peeled the lid back and slid a Marlborough out.

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Thanks for reading Chapter Six of Sever where the plot most definitely thickens. Next, we're back in police custody with Blue's story as things take an unexpected turn for the better when Blue leaves his father's funeral.

CAST LIST (so far)

Eddie Maylord - Donald Trump (Prime Minister's friend and advisor)

Prime Minister Christopher Seaford - Gary Oldman

Jade Lively - Lilly Collins (the protagonist)

Adrian Lively - Alex Pettyfer (Jade's husband)

Marcus Lively - William Fichtner aka Alex from Prison Break (Adrian's father)

Blue - Liam Hemsworth (the protagonist / anti-hero and Jade's ex-boyfriend)

Mikey Drosner - Jack Black (Blue's lawyer)

Detective Pike - Viola Davis (Blue's prosecutor)

Terrence Ridley - Mackenzie Crook (one of the pirates from Pirates of the Caribbean)

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