Ten o'clock sharp

Someone had opened a window in Thames House, allowing in a breeze that brought with it the hum of morning Millbank traffic.

McGuire arrived, already addressing the assembled team. Finch, as usual, followed him.

"Earlier a driver fled a routine police stop. The blue transit he abandoned contained around two tons of ANNM explosive."

A whistle. It wasn't appreciation.

Finch nodded, "Special suggests there are nine similarly sized devices. Destinations currently unknown. No codes issued. They later found a Caucasian male seventy miles east. He'd been stripped, bound and shot twice. His vehicle was missing" 

McGuire frowned, "Something connects these incidents. Lucky for us, he's not dead."

The phone rang. Finch answered, the hospital he mouthed.

He paled visibly. “A bloody car carrier?"

A loud hiss of air brakes came from the open window.

Nearby, a clock chimed.