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of spending one more hour in some disgusting gaol made Jack’s mind up, he’d rather die there on the street as a free man.   The  rage  took  hold,  he  began  to  tremble  and  shake  uncontrollably.  "Why don’t you just shoot me.....?  Go on, pull the fecking trigger."  He crawled toward the Officer.  "Go ahead, blow my fecking brains out."
      The Policeman nervously stepped back unsure what to do.  "Halt." He demanded.
      "Go on and shoot me you Nazi bastard....."  Jack raged. “What the feck is wrong with you?”
      The Policeman was pleased. He  didn’t  understand  a  word  the  gunman  was  saying  but  was  sure  he  had  just  captured  a  terrorist.
      Suddenly  Jack  thought  he  saw  a  flicker  of  movement  behind  the  policeman. He  didn’t  dare  look  again, he  wasn’t  even  sure  of  what  he  had  seen.  His  mind  reached  out  and  held  on  to  the  faintest of   thought s   that  it  could  be  Ohallern  or  McSheady.  If it was they had better hurry up.
      A   se cond   later  sirens  could  be  heard  in  the  distance approaching  at  speed.  The  Policeman  seemed  to  smile  then  he  froze as  if  an  electrical  current  was  being  passed  through  him.  His  stare widened  and  his  face  flushed,  then  a  trickle  of  blood  fell  from  his nose  as  he  held  out  an  hand  to  try  and  stop  himself  from  falling. There seemed to be some hidden power holding him up.
      "N ext time be more careful."  Spat   Ohallern  sarcastically  as  he pulled  his  knife out from  the  back  of  the  Policeman’s  neck,  and then  let the body slump to the  ground. "You’re a fecking idiot!  Get in the car.  This place will be crawling with filth any second."   Ohallern ordered as he gave Jack a shoulder to lean on for the short walk back to the car.
      "You stupid shit!"  McSheady cried from the driver’s seat. "You just killed a woman and kid for nothing.  What are you, insane or something?"
      "It was an accident.” He lied. “T he bitch opened the door..! And the gun just went off!"
    "So  that's  why  you  put  a  bullet  into  the  back  of  a dangerous  six  year  old."
      Jack rolled his eyes skyward.  "So I panicked... Didn’t I just say that it was an accident !" He thought it best to leave out the bit where the Soldier was still brea thing. “Let’s get out of here.”
      "Oh God." Shouted McSheady almost in tears. "The pigs will hunt us down for sure now.  No chances just a fecking bullet."
      "Drive."  Jack cried painfully through clenched teeth as he slumped on the back seat. “Drive this fecking car..!
      Still fearful of the injured Irishman, McSheady stuttered.  "The...  The idea was to kill the Soldier not his family! "
      "Enough."  Ohallern screamed angrily .  "Just shut up..! We need to get as far away from here as we can!”
      It  took  the  men  several  hours  to  drive  to  France  and  dump  the car  before  boarding the  Regina.  An old fishing vessel now manned and funded by the IRA.  It  was  the  perfect  cover,  on  the  outside  a perfectly  normal  fishing boat  but  on  the  inside  a  warehouse  of guns  and  explosives,  awaiting  use  by  the  Active  service  units.  Money  had  no  place  in  this  evil  market,  all  transactions  were  paid for  in  drugs  or  blood.  The boat was also an effective Taxi. As most Terrorists  were  known  by  the  authorities  and  of course constantly watched,  they  had  little or  no  chance of  leaving  Ireland  by  the conventional  method  to  spread  their  brand  of  misery.  So  they  turned to  the  Regina,  the Real IRA's  best  kept  secret.  The  boat  picked  up  its cargo  anywhere  on  the southern  Irish