CHERUB: Maximum Security (31 page)
James nodded. ‘I had it last week. I was barely off the bog for two whole days.’
Shak looked at his watch for the millionth time. ‘We need to up the pace.’
‘What’s the big deal?’ James asked.
‘This isn’t some London comprehensive full up with scummy little Arsenal fans like you,’ Shak explained. ‘Trinity is one of the top fee-paying schools in the country and the pupils aren’t allowed to wander around the corridors whenever it suits them. Our arrival’s got to coincide with the changeover between third and fourth periods, when there’s hundreds of other kids moving around.’
James nodded. ‘Gotcha.’
Shak looked at his watch for the millionth and first time as they cut into a cobbled alleyway that was barely wide enough for a single car.
‘Come
on
, James.’
‘I’m trying,’ James said. ‘But I’m seriously gonna rip the arse out of these trousers if I’m not careful.’
Once they’d cut between two large houses, the alleyway opened out into a run-down park with knee-high grass and a set of tangled swings. To the boys’ left stood a chain-link fence topped with barbed wire, behind which lay the grounds of Trinity Day. The main gates were carefully monitored during school hours, so this was their only way in.
Shak wandered through the long grass next to the fence, placing his shoe carefully to avoid turds and litter, as he searched for an entry point made by an MI5 operative the previous night. He found the flap cut in the wire behind the trunk of a large tree. Shak lifted it, doffed his cap and attempted a snooty accent. ‘After you James, my good man.’
James fed his backpack and hat through the gap, before sliding under. He stood with his back against the tree and brushed dirt off his uniform, while Shak followed.
‘All set?’ James asked, as he slung his backpack over his shoulder. It weighed a ton and the equipment inside clattered around.
‘Cap,’ Shak reminded him.
James let out a little gasp as he leaned forward and picked the cap out of the grass. A claxon sounded inside the school building a couple of hundred metres away, indicating a lesson change.
‘OK, let’s shift,’ Shak said.
The boys broke out from behind the tree and began jogging across a rugby pitch towards the school building. As they did, they noticed a groundskeeper striding purposefully towards them from the opposite end of the field.
‘You two,’ he bellowed.
Because James had been pulled on to the mission at the last minute to replace Callum, he’d only had time to skim through the mission briefing. He looked uneasily at Shak for guidance.
‘Don’t sweat it,’ Shak whispered. ‘I’ve got it covered.’
The groundskeeper intercepted the boys near a set of rugby posts. He was a fit looking fellow with thinning grey hair, dressed in workman’s boots and a grubby overall.
‘Exactly
what
do you think you’re doing out here?’ he demanded pompously.
‘I was reading under the tree at lunchtime,’ Shak explained, pointing backwards with his thumb. ‘I left my cap behind.’
‘You know the rules of the school, don’t you?’
Shak and James both looked confused.
‘Don’t try playing the fool with me, you
know
as well as I do. If you’re not attending a lesson, a match, or an official practice, you do not set foot on the games pitches because it causes unnecessary wear and tear.’
‘Yes,’ Shak nodded. ‘Sorry, sir. I was in a hurry to get to my lesson, that’s all.’
‘Sorry,’ James added. ‘But it’s not like the pitches are muddy or anything. We’re not really tearing them up.’
The groundskeeper took James’ comment as a threat to his authority. He swooped down and showered James with spit as he spoke. ‘I make the rules here, young man.
You
don’t decide when you can and can’t set foot on
my
pitches. Got that?’
‘Yes, sir,’ James said.
‘What’s your name and house?’
‘Joseph Mail, King Henry House,’ James lied, recalling one of the few elements of his background story he’d managed to remember from the mission briefing.
‘Faisal Asmal, same house,’ Shak said.
‘Right,’ the groundskeeper said, bouncing smugly on the balls of his feet. ‘I’ll be reporting both of you to your housemaster and I expect your cheek will have earned you both a detention. Now, you’d better get yourselves to your next lesson.’
‘Why’d you answer back?’ Shak asked irritably, as the boys walked towards the back entrance of the school.
‘I know I shouldn’t have,’ James said, raising his palms defensively. ‘But he was so full of himself.’
They passed through a set of double doors into the main school building, then up a short flight of steps and into the busy thoroughfare that ran the length of the ground floor. There was plenty of noise, but the Trinity boys walked purposefully, nodding politely to the teachers standing in the doorways as they entered their classrooms.
‘What a bunch of geeks,’ James whispered. ‘I bet these dudes don’t even fart.’
Shak explained the situation as they headed up the stairs to the second floor. ‘Every kid has to pass special exams and an interview to get into Trinity. There’s always a humungous waiting list, so they can afford to boot out anyone who doesn’t toe the line.’
‘Bet I wouldn’t last long,’ James grinned.
By the time they reached the second floor, most kids had found their way to lessons and the classroom doors had been pulled shut. Shak pulled a lock gun from the pocket of his blazer as they passed by a couple of classroom doors. He stopped at the door of an office with a nameplate on it:
Dr George Stein BSc, PhD, Head of Economics and Politics
.
Shak pushed the tip of the lock gun into the keyhole. James stood close by, blocking the view of a bunch of kids waiting outside a classroom fifteen metres away.
The lock had a simple single-lever mechanism, meaning Shak only had to give the lock gun a brief wiggle and pull on the trigger to open the door. The pair hurriedly stepped into the office and put the latch down so that nobody could burst in on them, even with a key.
‘Stein should be teaching two floors up,’ Shak said. ‘We’ve got until the next lesson change in thirty-six minutes; let’s get to work.’
