THIRTY-FIVE
They reached the main tunnel, Jack holding his nose; it smelled of smoke and bombs. The smoke was slowly clearing revealing the entrance, and Jack mentioned in passing, it seemed considerably larger than he remembered it, and this did elicit a giggle from Della. Jack poked his head around the corner to look out from where he knew the main door used to be.
‘You’re guessing that’s where the main door was, aren’t you?’ Della remarked.
‘Oh Yee of little faith Della…’ and Jack poked his head out again.
“Friend or Foe?” A shout from outside.
‘Foe,’ Jack shouted, and turned back to have a giggle with Della, which was just as well, as a well-aimed fusillade of automatic fire crashed and splintered into the wall beside Jack’s head. ‘Oi mush, watch it, it’s me, Jack Austin,’ he shou
