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The other weapon I had was the car itself; I could use it to ram.
Fraser was going to be running the desk with a couple of the scaleys.
We had the two boys in uniform, who had M16s. The cars were loaded up with
flasks, pies, and sandwiches; it looked like it could b'e a long night and a
long day.
We sat in the briefing room again, our 9MM pistols in holsters on our
belts. We had magazines strapped all around us, we had body comms, and each
man had a pair of thin leather gloves and industrial glasses, so that if the
windows went in, at least we could still drive and protect ourselves.
Ken said, "Before we go, any questions? No . . .
right, let's crack on and get it done."
I got into the driver's seat and put my HK53 across the bottom of the
footwell with the muzzle sticking UP by the gearstick. I checked the comms:
"Bravo, India, check?"
"India, okay."
From the ground call sign dropoff car we heard: "Delta, check?"
"Bravo, okay."
We drove along and kept Fraser informed of our location. We were the
first ones in position; I drove past the house and got on the net: "Bravo,
India, that's the house clear."
Ken came on the net: "Bravo, roger that, going for the drop now."
The car pulled up, and Al got out casually and walked to the door.
The door opened and he walked in. As the car drove away, Ken said:
"Bravo, that's dropoff complete.
"Delta, roger that."
"India, roger."
It was Just a matter of hanging around now. After about five minutes we
heard Al doing his radio check on his personal comms. We were ready to go.
We were parked up in a little alleyway about three hundred meters from
the house, drinking coffee and eating biscuits. There was a pocket scope NVA
(night viewing) in the car and occasionally somebody would pick it up and
have a look around.
Everything was fine.
We sat in darkness.
Every half hour Ken came on the net. "Hello, all stations, this is
Bravo, radio check."
"Delta."
"India."
"Bravo, roger that."
It was quite chilly. My feet were cold, and I started to shiver.
I did my coat up a bit more, and then I became conscious of the wind on
my face from the half-open window. I was starting to get a bit tired.
I wanted morning to come so we could get the job over and done with.
It started to get light at about half past seven, and we heard Ken on
the net: "That's Bravo going mobile."
He was going to have a cruise around the area to see if there was
anything outrageous going on. We knew that Al would soon be coming out.
A couple of minutes later Al came up: "Radio check."
"Bravo, roger that."
"Another five minutes and I'll be going."