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The first was that if he started to slow down and move back, they'd be
aware that something was wrong. The second was that if he stayed up
close-not exactly nose to tail but almost-then as soon as he saw the barrels
come out of the back of the van, he could put his foot down and ram the back
of the wagon with three-quarters of a ton of Saab. If that stopped it, all
well and good; we could all get out and start shooting. If not, he could
either back off, get out, and start firing or get out and start running. Al
was only armed with a pistol.
If there were a couple of boys in the back of the van pointing G3s at
him, he wasn't going to be able, to do much in return-unless they were
off-balance after being rammed. But if he rammed the vehicle at full pelt
there was a possibility that he might damage himself. , "That's a Renault
five coming towards me now.
That's now past. My Sierra [speed] thirty to thirty-five mph."
I adjusted my speed to maintain distance.
"Bravo, roger that: Sierra thirty to thirty-five."
"That's now approaching Venners Bridge."
"Roger that."
"That's at the bridge, and still towards Henderson's."
"Roger that."
If there is a calm net, there are calm reactions. if there's hollering
and shouting on the net, it sparks everybody up; either calmness or tension
will radiate to everybody else.
By now Al had passed the roundabout that was manned by the troop,
concealed and acting as a cutoff.
We were still backing him-close enough to give protection but far
enough away not to stand out.
Everything was still under control except that we didn't know what had
happened to the van. The one thing we did know was that Al was there on his
own. By now we had passed the roundabout and were well on the way to
Dungannon.
Bravo came up: "That's me static at Henderson's."
The Saab passed, and then we passed. If it didn't happen at the
roundabout, it was going to be really difficult for them to do anything.
I was slightly pissed off that there was nothing happening. We did so
many jobs where we got really revved up, only for nothing to happen.
Al got some speed on and headed down the old Dungannon road. We were
still behind him.
Suddenly we heard from the ground call sign: "Stand by, stand by-the
van's coming back towards the roundabout! They've missed him, they've missed
him! The back windows are out. It's on. He's coming back to you, Bravo."
"Roger that, we will take it, wait out."
Ken and his group were still the other side of the roundabout, and the
van was coming toward them at full speed. It seemed that the players had
missed Al and didn't realize that he was well down the road to Dungannon.
They were probably panicking; if they fucked this up, they'd be in the shit.
Ken could see the van now coming toward them. As far as he was
concerned, he was going to take it. He shouted, "Ram it! Take it!"
Ken put his seat belt on, and he was ready to go.
Everyone just hung on and waited for the bang.