At Risk Quotes

“ordered from one of the fake documents guys in Bremerhaven. Four hundred marks paid. Name requested, Faraj Mansoor. Ring any bells?’ ‘No,’ said Armstrong. ‘Probably just some illegal migrant who wants to rent a car. Or some poor sod who’s been banned from driving. You can’t shout terrorist every time.’ ‘Six reckons there could be an ITS invisible on the move.’ ‘Where from?’ ‘One of the North West Frontier Province camps.’ ‘Definitely?’ ‘No. Just smoke.’ She saved the message and scrabbled the mouse to check her messages. The office door swung open and a hard-faced young man in an Aryan Resistance T-shirt strolled in. ‘Yo, Barney!’ said Dave. ‘How’s the world of the Far Right? I take it from the haircut and the utility footwear that you’ve got a social engagement later on?’ ‘Yeah. In East Ham. A lecture on the European Pagan Tradition.’ ‘Which is?’ ‘New Age Hitler-worship, basically.’ ‘Excellent!’ ‘Isn’t it just? I’m trying to look nasty enough to get alongside our man, but not so bloody horrible”
― Stella Rimington, At Risk

“Greeting the security staff, Mackay led Liz through the atrium into a busy and attractive restaurant. The tablecloths were white linen, the silver and glassware shone, and the dark panorama of the Thames was framed by a curtained sweep of plate glass. Most of the tables were occupied. The muted buzz of conversation dipped for a moment as they entered. Leaving her coat at the desk, Liz followed Mackay to a table overlooking the river. “This is all very nice and unexpected,” she said sincerely. “Thank you for inviting me.” “Thank you for accepting.” “I’m assuming a fair few of these people are your lot?” “One or two of them are, and when you walked across the room just then, you enhanced my standing by several hundred per cent. You will note that we’re being discreetly observed.” She smiled. “I do note it. You should send your colleagues downriver for one of our surveillance courses.” They examined the menus. Leaning forward confidentially, Mackay told Liz that he could predict what she was going to”
― Stella Rimington, At Risk