Louise fished her radio out of her blazer pocket and gave explicit instructions to despatch before replacing it and picking up both weapons again to follow Jim's lead into the fray. One of their men clipped the last henchman in the back of the knee, sending him sprawling, and the remaining pilot dropped his shotgun in a panicked surrender upon seeing that he was now surrounded.

Officers from the Yard arrived and as the SWAT team began clearing the bodies off the lawn, they arrested both the last of Wiles' toadies and the cowardly pilot, dragging them off to the patrol cars. All that remained were Jim, Louise, and the posh young punk, who was currently clutching in agony at his hip. The redheaded detective moved forward and cocked her pistol, aiming it squarely at Wiles' forehead whilst canting her head slowly to the right, poised to take an accurate shot if he attempted any smart moves.

"Care to do the honours, Gordon?" she tossed out nonchalantly.