Crestfield Street

Crestfield Street, Borough of Camden, London

Lat = 51 degrees, 31.8 minutes North

Long = 0 degrees, 7.5 minutes West

The liveried Range Rover from the central Garage of the Metropolitan Polices traffic OCU (operational command unit), call sign Charlie Tango five had entered Crestfield Street from the south end at Argyle Street slowly heading north towards Kings cross station.

So far they had found two white Ford motor cars but with a negative result, as they neared the end of the Street they spotted a White Ford car right at the end close to the junction with Euston road fifty yards across from the station entrance.

They had turned all radio communications off, as a precaution to avoid any explosive devices being triggered from radio waves.

Sergeant Stone pulled his vehicle to the left kerb twenty yards down from the suspect car, Police constable Davis climbed out and walked to the white Ford, he looked around the vehicle and checked the interior, and he turned to his colleague Sergeant Stone and gave him the thumbs up.

Thirty minutes later the entire surrounding area had been evacuated including Kings cross railway station.

Sergeant Hobday whom had disarmed the device at Stansted attended the scene and was looking inside the white Ford car at the device; he walked away to the Superintendent in charge, “what have we got sergeant?”

“I would estimate the payload as around five-hundred pounds sir.”

“That sounds like a pretty bad one,” replied the Superintendent.

“That’s putting it mildly sir, it will take out everything including buildings within a quarter mile radius.”

“Can you disarm it?”

“I’ll need to get in the car to verify that; however if I can disarm it we should transport it out of here, may I suggest that we air lift it to a safer location.”

“How long do you need Sergeant?”

“I should be able to confirm this in thirty minutes, sir.”

“Okay Sergeant; I’ll organise a helicopter to be on standby.”

Sergeant Hobday went back to the car; within five minutes he had checked that the cars doors were not booby-trapped and was inside the car with his tools, looking at the device and timer showing nine hours four minutes and thirty-three seconds left.

He was looking at the wires of the timing mechanism; two wires red going to the battery the black connecting to a resistor, then three wires connected together to the device, green, blue and orange.

“H’m; this should be fairly straight forward,” he mused.

He spent another ten minutes checking the device for booby-traps and found none.

He removed his wire cutters from his tool bag and placed them around the green wire, applying gradual pressure the wire broke and immediately the timer stopped at eight hours fifty-two minutes forty-nine seconds.

He left the car and spoke with the Superintendent, forty minutes later the car was being airlifted away from the scene, one hour later the area was re-opened to the public.