But Sam knew he had to keep her at a distance.
For her own good.
He heard the gushing of water slam against the bathtub and reached out to the phone that sat on the side. The Nokia 3210 was like a fossil in his hands, its clunky buttons sticking in the pad while its green screen looked like an old computer monitor
Sam wasn’t one for modern conveniences, but as he clumsily laboured with the keypad, he realised just how far the world had come.
Sam dialled the eleven numbers.
The same eleven numbers he dialled every day.
He lifted it with a resigned sigh.
‘It has not been possible to connect your call. Please try again…’
He hung up.
‘Damnit, Paul. Where are you?’
Every day since Alex had procured the phone, Sam had called Paul Etheridge. The man had been in the army with Sam, but what he lacked in adventure, he more than made up for it with his technical genius. Etheridge had made millions in the cyber security game, before helping Sam track down a missing girl destined for a life of horror in the European sex trade.
Etheridge was one of his few allies left.
He was also the man he’d sent the USB stick to.
The USB stick that Marsden had died for and that Blackridge and more importantly, the powers that be were willing to kill for.
Marsden had said it contained the truth.
About Project Hailstorm.
About Sam.
Everything.
Sam had posted it to Etheridge before he’d tried, and failed, to save Marsden’s life.
Now, with no contact and no idea where Etheridge was, Sam knew his fight was far from over. Despite his promises to Alex, ones he intended to keep, Sam knew the hunt for that stick would continue and there wasn’t a drop of blood that would be spared.
With a deep sigh, he returned the phone to the shelf, stretched out the ache in his spine again and told himself that the fight is never over.
Not by a long shot.
Chapter Two
WHO IS WATCHING OVER US NOW?
Article written by Helal Miah
No one should ever take the law into their own hands.
I’ve been writing articles for The Pulse for over four years now, covering everything from the rise in transport costs to the ongoing circus that is our government. I’ve always taken everything based on facts and then sprinkled it with my opinion.
It’s won me many friends.
It’s made me a ton of enemies. (Seriously, check out my social media!)
There is one subject I want to talk about today. A subject that has split the city of London, as well as the rest of our county and one that the press and the powers that be want to paint in a particular way.
Sam Pope.
Now, as I stated at the beginning of this article, I am of the belief that NO ONE should take the law into their own hands. This isn’t the wild west, where someone gets to clean up the streets with a Smith & Wesson and a cool catchphrase.
We have a justice system in place for a reason and I am a firm believer that having said system makes our country one of the safest places to live. But something happened a year ago that shook foundations so hard, the pillars they support almost collapsed.
I am, of course, talking about the horrendous bombing attack on the London Marathon.
A horrific event that claimed the lives of seven innocent people, stricken from the world by a reported cowardly act of terrorism. The world watched on in horror as one of the most famous annual events was rocked by the heinous act, and I respectfully undertook the minute’s silence we held for those cruelly taken.
But it was this moment when Sam Pope become a known entity in this country.
The authorities have quite rightly labelled him a dangerous vigilante, a well-trained soldier who has murdered over thirty people in the last year. For this, we cannot praise the man.
But is there more to it?
I’ve read countless reports about his storied past within our armed forces, fighting bravely for our country. But what has never been made public is the reason he stepped out of the shadows and became the most wanted man in this country.
Until now…
A recent source, who unsurprisingly wants to remain anonymous, has informed me that Sam Pope is not just a crazed ex-soldier with a grudge against the country. With further investigation into the lives Sam’s crusade has claimed, I’ve found several links between those people and organised crime. What is even more appalling, is the very real possibility that those people were given the leeway to do it by those in power, for their own agendas.
This might sound like fear mongering or nonsensical click bait, but there are clear links.
After Sam Pope’s much publicised assault on a heavily guarded drug base in Dulwich, South London, two senior police officers sadly passed away. Inspector Ian Howell was pronounced dead at the scene, with the report stating he was gunned down by Sam Pope in the heat of battle. Further investigation placed two of the men associated with the crime lord, Frank Jackson, at Howell’s house, both found deceased.
Why would there be two dead criminals at a police Chief Inspector’s house? Could it be possible that the reported links between our senior police officials and organised crime are in fact binding?
I don’t want to speak ill of the dead, but the notion that Howell, who was a senior officer with no armed experience, would storm a crime scene with a known vigilante is farfetched.
Another senior figure, Sgt Colin Mayer was found murdered on a small boat in Dawlish, Cornwall. His disappearance just before the storming of the High Rise gives additional credence to the idea that those links do exist.
My sources dictate that Sam Pope acted because he believed it was right.
The only innocent people who were killed were those in the Marathon itself,
