The fort was systematically checked, two more men found, ‘The feckin’ weasels,’ Mandy said, now deep inside the bowels of the fort confronting the horrifying sight. Perimeter cellular rooms set up as bedrooms with cameras; bare, seedy and dirty, a central control room; bile etched her stomach lining. Focused and in denial about Jack, she called for the tactical lads to stop and went up to one of the men, held by the arms. She looked straight at him, a wimp, a weasel, a slimy f*****g bastard, and she spat in his eye. She moved onto the next man, made of sterner stuff, ‘You, I will see in an unprotected cell. You will feel how those kids felt, and you will feel it over and over and over again, as the kids felt it over and over,’ and Mandy spat in his face as well. She turned to the tactical
