TWENTY-NINE
Mandy and Del Boy were in a patrol car speeding to Fort Cumberland. Jo Jums had stayed back to set up a command base, had already summoned her team and arranged for tactical support to go to the Fort.
‘Mandy, Del,’ Jo called over the patrol car radio, ‘we’ve had a report of automatic g*n fire from the fort. Take care as you approach. Tactical are on their way, I’ve arranged for ambulances and paramedics, and we have a medevac helicopter on stand-by.’
‘Oh God, here we go again,’ Mandy said, metaphorically slapping her forehead, then actually slapping her forehead, ‘he was just going to let off some pigeons!’ and she felt a combination of exasperation and anger, but oddly, a sense of elation also. Only then did she think, Christ I hope Jack’s okay, strange that; maybe she was
