Breaking Britain (Completed)

Chapter 46

46
Sunday 6th January 2030
00:15

           Taylor Wyman took a walk downstairs to where Marcus and Leroy were stood in front of a pin board. The board was laced with photographs and names in a disjointed management structure chart. As he walked up behind the two men, he took his time to look round at the members of the Multi-cultural British Society and members of The Black Inclusion Party working together. A huge television screen to the left of him showed there had been no pause to the violence throughout the country.

            Taylor knew the true extent of the countries damage and the loss of life would only be established once everything had desisted. He had the opportunity, with the assistance of Terrell Ross, to achieve history and be known as the man who fixed "broken Britain".

            He understood the implications of what he had to do, he could so easily be seen as a criminal, rather than a hero and as a result, be thrown into prison. However, he understood the risk and was willing to take them. He wondered how many that stood with him, realized the risks they were taking. He knew there would be some, who would wear blinkers throughout the process, some who would disappear into the cracks after everything was calm again, but he also knew that a few, people like Marcus Goodridge and Leroy Benn, would be with him until the end.

            'Hey Marcus, Leroy, what do we have here?', he asked scanning the board and resting his eyes on the photograph at top. A picture taken from one of his many television interviews. Percival Granthom looked more like a politician, than a crazed activist. There was a relaxed confidence in his look, a man in control and determined to show how much control he possessed.

             'As you can see, we've put Percival Granthom at the top', Marcus started to explain, 'as leader of the New England Group. Under him we have, what seems to be his right hand man, Carl Bennington. Born and raised in Warwick, his family are wealthy, made their money from property, which they initially purchase for rent, but when Carl joined their property company, he expanded it to purchasing land and building new streets and town. He's worth millions'

              'So, why's he with Granthom?'

              'Apparently, they went to University together, both studying law. I guess Bennington agreed with Granthom's views'

              'Does that mean the funding for the New England Group comes out of Bennington's pockets'.

             'Among other places. Let's not underestimate the situation we have here. The New England Group is well funded. There are many rich people, here and abroad who have prejudice views. There's funding coming from everywhere. Even if Bennington didn't use his own money to fund things, they sure as hell wouldn't be short of money'

            'What about these other faces, who are they?'

           'These are county representatives of the New England Party. People who have openly joined the party, people who spend a great deal of time winning the people over in various cities around the UK'

           Taylor thought about that for a moment.

           'You want us to run you through them?', Leroy asked picking up a wad of printed A4 sheets from a desk close by.

           'No. I think we may be looking at this the wrong way'

           'What do you mean?'

           'Well, this is just my opinion, so feel free to contradict me. It's just that none of these people look like the kind of people to get their hands dirty. If Granthom was organizing everything that's going on, then these aren't the people he's likely to be using. What we need is..........', he paused in thought, 'do either of you know someone in the police that can help?'

         'Sure', Leroy replied, 'my brother-in-law's in the police, why?'

         'We need to somehow talk to one of men that have been recently arrested for a crime that has been attributed to the New England Group'

          Leroy looked to Marcus and back to Taylor.

          'I'm not sure he'd be willing to entertain that'

          'Can you at least ask him. We need to track down the people doing Granthom's dirty work'

          'I'll see what I can do'. Leroy walked off, pulling out his mobile phone.

           'Excuse me'. Taylor turned round to a black man in his early sixties. He hadn't come with him, so was part of The Black Inclusion Party. He had a trusting face, one that had been through many trying moments.

           'Yes?'

           'I've got a call for you. Mr Wyman'

           'Call me Taylor. Thank-you', he started to follow the man to his desk.

           'You can take it in your office. I'll patch it through'

           Taylor looked up at his office, quiet and secluded. 'No. It's fine I'll take it at your desk'.

           While walking to his desk, Taylor asked the man his name. It was Charles. Charles Prince. Before Taylor could make some sarcastic comment. Charles stated that he'd heard everything before and was in no way associated to royalty.

            'Hello'

            'Taylor?'

            'Yes. I was hoping you'd call back Jonathan'

             'I said I would. Look Taylor, I think I made my position clear on the phone. I do, in no way, approve of you joining forces with The Black Inclusion Party. I think you've made a bad choice there...'

             'Jonathan. I thought you rang to.....'

             'Don't interrupt me Taylor. I'm older and wiser than you. I've spent some time looking into their recent stance and it hasn't flown under the radar, that they have in the past few days been recruiting aggressively. It's obvious they're preparing themselves for the worst. As I said before, I think this will be sorted out in the next few days and I truly believe our legal system will win the day. Terrorism never prevails'.

            'I do honestly hope you're right, Jonathan'

           'I am right, Taylor. But I am a man who believes that everyone has a choice to make. Therefore, I've made arrangements with twenty three ethnic organizations to come to me tomorrow at nine thirty am. I trust that this time is acceptable to you. They will be attending to hear both of us and can then make their own choices.'

           'That sounds great', Taylor was excited, it was good news and a chance to show his worth to Terrell Ross.

           'You may want to bring Jimmy Adrian or Terrell Ross with you, if you intend to win this argument'

           Jonathan Vogl sounded confident, which was a little disconcerting. However, Taylor had no intention of someone else closing the deal for him.

           They said their goodbyes and Taylor hung up the phone.

           'Taylor', Leroy said approaching him. Taylor turned to him, hoping for further good news. Leroy didn't disappoint. 'I just spoke to my brother-in-law. Apparently, a guy by the name of Billy Cummings is being released tomorrow. He was the one who's accused of bombing Harrow Community Centre, at Omar Chutani's funeral. Apparently, they don't have enough evidence to hold him. Carl, my brother-in-law, has provided me with his address, he thinks there's something suspicious about his release, he thought they had more than enough evidence, but as it turns out none of the supposed evidence tallies up, so they're releasing him'.

            'That's excellent, make arrangements for me to meet him. Thanks, Leroy'

            Things couldn't be going more smoothly.