Waterloo was chaos - 'Cancelled' against every train. When the station announcer called for 'Mr Sands' to go to Platform 8, Connie looked up in a vain effort to rise above surging fear. She knew the code: 'Mr Sands' meant a bomb.... someone was a bomb. OK, she thought, follow the procedure - observe, tag exits, note hiding places. Suddenly she felt a grip, at the top of her arm. She turned, confronted with the signature wire-rimmed glasses, so familiar from all those security videos at the Ministry. She felt suddenly sick, as she recognised the dark eyes of the human bomb.