Who Dares Wins.

Ant Middleton pulled into the carpark of Horseferry Road in his black 1995 Chevy van. This was the head Office of Channel4. Once his employer now his sworn enemy. He looked over his left shoulder at his boys sat huddled in the back. All five were highly trained Cub Scouts who had no fear of death. Ant had trained them himself from birth. They all spoke five languages, were masters of several martial arts, could drive any vehicle, even boats and planes, and they were all expert marksmen with their mini crossbows and slingshots.

His lads were all playing games on their phones when he gave.them the signal to get ready. They busied themselves with gas masks and tested their flick knives. They were all dressed.in black with Kevlar helmets. Ant parked the van and climbed over the seat. "Ready Boys?" He asked with pride. "Yes Sir!!!" They replied as one.

Ant got out a plan of Channel4 and traced a line to the lifts with a large finger. They would be going up to the fourth floor.

One of the lads handed him a black day pack. He looked inside before zipping it up. Ok Let's Go. When they crossed the carpark they looked like a family of beetles. Black and shiny. Moving as one. Father beetle st the front. The Alpha. His troop now were all around twelve years old. His adult friends. His fellow warriors. Had sold him out for a Channel4 paycheck. He had gone to live out in the wilds of Scotland after the betrayal. Pitching his tent out on a remote Glen. He had survived on a diet of venison and salmon. Caught with his hands for the most part. When the Chief security guard approached the gas masked squad. Ant layed him out with one punch. Causing him to slide along the polished floor. The boys shot ball bearings at the moochers at reception until they all went to cower under desks. Fearing a trap in the lift Ant led the boys up the stairs. When they got to the fourth floor they crashed into a conference room. The kind of soulless corporate decor that inspires people slowly to suicide. There were maybe five media manipulators sat round the long table when Ant and his boys entered the room. They ripped off their gas masks and shouted at the London rats to lie face down on the carpet. One of the group. A forty year old female made out of crow meat seemed concerned that she might get fluff on her fancy clothes. Ant recognized her. Her name was Jemima Finkelstein. She patronized.Ant and the gang of boys like her life depended on it. "Shut up you slag!" Said one of the boys forcing her to the floor. He then produced some zip ties and they soon had the media elite bound up like roast chickens. "If you move you'll get carved up!" Said one of the boys.

Ant picked up a bowling ball from the floor. Took it out of its case and hurled it through the glass of the largest window in the conference room.

The captives gasped as the glass fell around them like iced rain. Police were starting to congregate in the car park below. A couple of cars. Soon it would be a SWAT team down there. Ant pulled out a couple of grenades from his bag. He tossed them down to the coppers below. A car was transformed into twisted metal as an explosion ripped through it. "Wankers" said one of the boys. Spitting down at the crowd of gawkers. After the siege had being going on for an hour or so. Ant set up ropes and harnesses at the window. He then proceeded to let the boys glide down to safety below. They were each covered with blankets as they reached the ground like the movies. Ushered into police cars and ambulances. The bearded warrior looked in his bag. He pulled out a large slab of C4 plastic explosive. "Time To Die" He said to no one in particular.