Post by Legionnaire on Mar 26, 2016 1:04:19 GMT
He's arranged to meet the "Bala Boys" in a field just outside Llangollen & they'll pay handsomely for it!
After a quiet trip along the A5, he pulls into the field at the edge of the copse & a shadowy group of figures surround him.....
Once his heart stops thumping, Jed realises it's Owen & the boys and while they're lowering the tailgate begins the haggling with Owen.
"STOP WHERE YOU ARE, YOU'RE UNDER ARREST" Figures appear around the edge of the field!
It's Plod!! Somehow they've got wind of this & have set up an ambush - The Bala Boys know it's a long time inside for them if they're caught & Jed hears the sound of multiple weapons being cocked.
With a sigh, he says to Owen "there'a a box of grenades in the cab, one previous owner"
"Great, I love Party Poppers" grins Owen.....
Tune in on Monday to find out what happens now!
The cigarette smoke was thick in the briefing room and the usually crisp white shirt was clinging uncomfortably to DCI Keith Brockhurst's body, the gathered men were all looking determined and Sergeant Whittle cracked his big sausagefingered knuckles.
"Listen up everyone," DCI Brockhurst addressed his men,
"this morning we received a tip from one of our eyes out there. There's a serious deal going down out of town tonight. The Bala Boys are aiming to get their hands on some military hardware, according to intel! I don't think I need to stress how serious this is for the community. IF these Welsh national revolutionaires get their hands on that, we might have gunfights running in our streets and THAT'S not happening on MY watch!" he slammed his fist at the desk.
"The only way we can possibly squash this, is by going in so hard that they won't know what hit them! And maybe, just maybe, we can prevent serious spillage of blood, be it Welsh or English! I strongly suggest you all to go home to your families, spend time with them and report back here at 1800hrs for duty, we have a revolution to nip in the bud!"
The twin beams from the headlights cut through the darkness as the lorry rolled up towards Jones' field and the dozen or so police officers hidden in around held their breath, this was it! PC Twittington wiped the sweat from his brow and cradled the Stirling SMG in his hands and swallowed hard. He was thinking of Emily back home, his son Steven and the one that was on its way and here he was freezing his arse off in a muddy field outside Llangollen!!! He snapped out of his reverie when there was a quiet rustling from PC Benedict's uniform when he shifted position, in the pale moonlight Twittington could just about make out the SLR in his hands. Anytime now would the signal go, and then? Twittington hoped that the Bala Boys would see reason and give up:
"You caught me fair and square copper," but he doubted it. This wasn't Dixon of Dock Green anymore, this was 1979 after all.
There was a loud noise of car doors opening and closing, someone lit up a f*g in the distance by the lorry and sounds of voices drifted over when the hastily mounted vehicle spotlights were suddenly flicked on and the scene bathed in ghostly light!
"STOP WHERE YOU ARE! YOU ARE ALL UNDER ARREST!!!" DCI Brockhurst's voice boomed out of the loudspeaker and there was a fevered activity!
"nuts! They are not going to give up that easily!" muttered PC Twittington under his breath and with shaking hands he racked the bolt on the Stirling, getting ready to deal in lead with a pounding heart!!!
"UP YOURS COPPER!!!" someone shouted and then there was a thunder of gunfire, muzzleflashes and the smell of burnt cordite, PC Twittington heard someone scream out, but he didn't know if it was one of his colleagues or one of the others...
IT'S 1979, WELSH BORDER AND EVERYONE BROUGHT A GUN