Connor bolted down Oxford Street like a pack of invisible wolves were chasing him, raging with hunger. The stalls had all been destroyed and there was no one in sight except the boy chasing him.

'Angus, I need back-up now!' he screamed into the small camping walkie-talkie he held in his hand.

'Where are you?' the crackled, static voice of Angus came through.

'I'm in Oxford Street near the big John Lewis department store, near the Circus Underground Station. I'm being chased by one of the Primrose Hill kids, I might of accidently stolen his cap' Connor said, sheepishly.

'Connor,' Angus grumbled 'head towards the Circus Station and I'll meet you there.' Connor added an extra burst of speed and cut down the steps of Oxford Circus Underground. The Primrose Hill kid stopped at the top of the stairs when he saw the red flag.

'You can't hide with your team forever' he shouted before turning and running away.

Angus parked the Land Rover by the entrance of Oxford Circus Underground Station and pressed the horn. Connor ran out and opened the passenger door.

'Did any Primrose Hill kids see you?' Angus asked pulling the Rover out of the pavement.

'I don't think so, one followed me but ran off at last moment' Connor said, leaning back in his seat. 'Is there anyone else in the back?' Connor asked, hopefully.

'Nope, you're the only one that gets lost far away from the team' muttered Angus as he turned along Pall Mall. Connor looked upset and was quiet until they reached the gates of Battersea Power Station. A group of boys holding an assortment of knifes and paintball guns stood guard at the gates. The boy in the booth waved the Land Rover in and Angus got out of the vehicle along with Connor. They were lead through the main fire exit that they used as the main door, through a number of corridors and into the main control room. Two more guards were stationed with paintball guns slung over their shoulders.

The feel of the control room was similar of the Cabinet War Rooms in the Second World War; a large table was in the middle with little plastic army men were painted blue, red and pink.

'Do we have anybody near Westminster and Downing Street?' Angus demanded.

'We have a scavenger team around the Houses of Parliament but that's all and they only have knives. The Westminster kids have real machine guns they stole from the Prime Minister's home,' someone said over the noise of people talking.

'What?' Angus cried, outraged. 'You sent a defenceless team scavenging around the enemy lair. They could be walking into a trap or even worse an ambush.'

'I could speak to the leader via walkie-talkie and maybe we could get them to go to the St. James's Park Underground and we could meet them there in one of the Rover's,' someone shouted.

'No, if the Westminster kids commandeer one of the cars, then they could send a car bomb or an ambush squad here,' Angus said. 'We need them to hurry back here, quickly before the Westminster kids ambush.' Angus picked up a walkie-talkie and pressed the button, 'come in, scavenger group, I repeat, come in scavenger group.'

The Westminster scavenger group made their way slowly along past the Tate Britain. Eyes were watching them from everywhere. The leader of the group, Taylor, was clutching a knife. Alongside him was the youngest of the group, Daniel. At six years old he looked pretty tough, with a large slingshot, war paint and a khaki bandana. Taylor had vowed to protect Daniel, not just because of his age but also because that he was his brother. The group was sent for food, not a fight, but it looked pretty bad with them all carrying weapons.

The Tate Britain looked abandoned and the group headed through the swivel doors. The reception was clean of everything but the two computers nailed to the desk and the large mouldy benches that no one could be bothered hauling back to their base. The gift shop was bare with half ripped sketchbooks and the odd pencil lying on the floor. To the left was a large exhibition hall where a number of statues stood and further left lead up a flight of stairs.

'We'll stay on the bottom floor just in case we need to make a quick getaway' Taylor announced. Then he pointed to a door behind the reception. 'Some of you explore into that room, there could be a staff room or some sort of kitchen; the rest of you get your partner and check out the exhibition hall. Daniel you stay with me and we'll investigate the gift shop just in case there is any sweets or chocolate. Everyone will meet back here in ten minutes,' Taylor added before everyone split up.

The gift shop wasn't stripped of everything. Taylor selected a plastic bag from under the cash desk and began selecting different items including a large stick of rock, some note pads, a large porcelain plate and a little robot figure Daniel had taken a liking to.

'Do you remember when Mum took us here when we were younger and you accidently took an expensive model statue and dropped it, and Mum had to pay a lot of money?' Taylor asked.

Daniel giggled, 'Yeah and I also remember you tripped and fell onto a fancy real statue and the security guard went bananas.'

'Yes' Taylor said, sheepishly.

'I'm really glad we've still got Mum back at the power station' Daniel said. 'Taylor, do you think I could maybe search around here for some chocolate because I haven't had anything since the Coco Pops this morning?'

'OK' said Taylor, gesturing a thumb behind him. Daniel ran off behind the desk and into a separate room. Taylor realised and hurried after. The room wasn't a room, it was corridor and all Taylor saw before the baseball bat came into contact with his temple was of two boys grabbing Daniel by his wrists and running down the corridor.

Evan, one of the boys Taylor had sent to the staff room, found him lying in the corridor with a large bruise on his temple.

'Taylor,' he said, gently pushing him 'are you okay?' Taylor jumped up and began running down the corridor, tears running down his face. Evan chased after him, and being so fit, caught him quickly.

'What is it? Where's Daniel?' Evan asked.

'The Westminster kids took him' Taylor mumbled, tearful.

Evan looked shocked, 'they kidnapped him?'

'Yes.'

'We need to alert Angus,' Evan said. 'Round up the others and we'll hurry back to the power station.'

'No,' Taylor said, 'we need to look for Daniel.'

'I'm sorry,' Evan said, 'but regulations are, if anyone goes missing we have to report to the power station.'

Angus sat in the driver seat of one of the Land Rovers waiting. Because the radio companies had crashed, there was no radio. Instead he had inserted the Golden Oldie's CD that someone had taken in a HMV raid. Suddenly an old Kylie Minogue blasted out of the speakers. 'Where are they?' he said, drumming his hands on the steering wheel. He was stationed in a lay by on their side of Westminster Bridge near the London Eye waiting for the scavenger group to get back. Before he had time to look round, the whole group had piled into the back seats with Evan in the passenger seat.

'What took you so long?'

'Daniel was kidnapped. Taken hostage by the Westminster kids.'

'What?' Angus cried, 'he was captured? Who let this happen?'

Taylor raised his hand, 'We were in the gift shop in the Tate Britain and I said he could go get some chocolate from the other side of the shop but instead he ran into a back room and I followed him but one of the Westminster kids was waiting with a baseball bat and knocked me out cold till Evan found me,' Taylor explained. Angus nodded, pressed a button and the CD player stopped before putting the car into reverse and turning for the short journey home.

The Battersea Power Station "War Rooms" was bustling with news of Daniel's kidnapping. Taylor had retired to his dormitory and Marilyn, his mother, was there comforting him. Angus was in his own private room, with notebooks laid out and a pen in hand. He was writing a letter to the enemy. As he finished, the door to his room opened. It was Connor.

'Hello Angus,' he said, knocking on the door, pointlessly.

'Hello Connor,' Angus replied 'whatever it is it has to be now, I'm going to deliver this letter to the Primrose Hill kids.'

'Em…I was wondering if I could maybe have a word in private.'

'Go ahead.'

'Well,' Connor started, then stopped, looked around, and carried on. 'I was looking around the filing room when I found -'

'Wait, you went into the filing room?' Angus interrupted. 'That's strictly forbidden to anyone.'

'When I found,' Connor pressed on. 'this.' He held out a poly pocket file with a sheet inside. 'The forward plan's for the next year. I managed to photocopy a copy and now I am planning to hand it over to the Primrose Hill kids.'

Angus laughed, 'very funny joke, now put that back NOW!'

'No,' Connor said before revealing a large paintball gun. Angus managed to hit the button on the walkie-talkie that would call in the security kids. Connor cried out and turned to the fire exit in the room. He managed to open it when two kids burst in with a gun. Connor dodged the bullet and it hit the wall at the bottom of the flight of stairs where the Land Rover station was. He opened the door and hit the gas pedal before even putting his seatbelt on. He grabbed the steering wheel and began driving towards the gate. From a distance he could see the boy in the booth on a walkie-talkie to one of the guards. As Connor slowed, several guards began moving towards him. Instead of slowing, he hit the accelerator and crashed through the gates and out into the street.

Tip from the author: "A key inspiration for my story, London Wars, was the series The Enemy, by Charlie Higson. I really found the whole concept really inspiring." To be a good writer, you need to be a good reader!

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