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That was the troop, apart from the Boss. His job was not so much on the
ground but liaison between us and all the other organizations that we dealt
with. He left quite early during the tour; we didn't know if it was a new
job, promotion, or the number of times he found prawns in his shaving kit.
A job came up. We took mugs of tea with us to the briefing room, Nosh
still honking because Solid Shot had solved the conundrum on Blockbusters.
We sat on a mixture of plastic chairs and armchairs; on the walls were maps
of the province, close-up maps of different areas, blackboards, Magic Marker
boards.
Nosh and Eno filled the place with smoke. Ken walked in with the Boss,
carrying armfuls of paper.
"It looks like there's a job on," Ken said. "It's going to be a hit,
just outside of Portadown, on a U.D.R major.
As far as he's concerned, the players are on to him and are going to
take him down. From what he says he's seen, its going to be on the way to
work. TCG [Tasking and Coordination Group] obviously want to confirm this;
he's being debriefed at the moment to confirm what he' seen and to make sure
he isn't just flapping.
"If the job goes down, what we're looking at is having someone in the
car with him. Al, do you fancy it? Have a think about it; it's up to you."
We all looked at Mr. Grumpy. Without batting an eyelid, he said, "Yeah,
that's all right, I'll do that."
"We're going to be covering him from midnight tomorrow. What I want you
to do is get down there tomorrow morning, have a look around, get yourself
familiarized, and be back here for two o'clock. Liaise with Fraser; he'll
sort it out, stagger you down there.
Hopefully by two o'clock we'll have some more information and a set of
orders before we shoot off."
Back in our room, Steve said, in a serious voice, "As soon as the boys
start hosing thlose two down, Al and his mate are going to be severely in
the shit. We'll have to be right up Grumpy's arse on this one."
Ken, Fraser, and the Boss would be going through the options.
There were many considerations when providing protection. To start
with, what sort of threat was it?
Did it mean that somebody was going to blow the boy up? Did it mean a
close-quarter shoot? Were they likely to threaten his family?
Then how much cover did the man want? Did he want to cut himself
totally away from everyday life, or did he want to carry on as if nothing
had happened' A lot of people choose just to carry on; they might have kids
and want them to have a normal existence.
Fraser got us together the next morning, and we left ',n pairs, driving
around the area. We drove past the U.D.R man's house, then took the route
that he normally took to work, which was downhill from the house, down what
was known as the old Dungannon road. There wasn't that much to look at; we
just oriented ourselves to the area, turning down all the roads. Fraser had
it staggered so there weren't loads of cars screaming around the place at
the same time.
At two o'clock we arrived for another briefing. Ken and the Boss came
in, straight from TCG in Armagh.
en sai , "Right, it's on. The boy's no hyper dickhead; he's switched