His hands free of their encumbrance, Marty slammed the hold door shut.
‘We’ll just move this yoke along a tad,’ he said, manually winding the Bofors gun along its bed till it was firmly rammed against the door, which barred any way in from the lazaret. ‘Let’s see them get at us through that way now.’ He made a quick check over the piece of light artillery, sizing up the weapon’s controls. He was trying to evaluate what he saw from his memory of many specialised feature articles in his militaria publications.
A thunderous battering on the door they had just jammed confirmed that Pelops and company had gained access to the lazaret. But the combined weight of the big gun and its locked saddle was doing an admirable job in restricting movement of the door. The infuriated captors would have t
