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Having reversed for several hundred metres to a position that would put them in an area of relative safety, out of range should a firefight erupt at the scene ahead, Foley again pulled over to the side of the road and stopped. Just as he shifted into park and applied the handbrake, the firing started. Even at this distance, and with the car windows closed, he and Rose could hear the gunshots. Like distant fire crackers, a cacophony of shots echoed against the stillness of the night.
“Jesus! Those boys are really going at it! Are you sure we are far enough away?” Sam asked, sliding lower in his seat.
“Yeah,” Foley answered. “We’re safe here.”
“The bikers will never know what hit them.”
“Yeah. The Task Force chaps love their work, and they are b****y good at it even if a tad too enth
