Riley runs quickly back towards the cart from his advanced position and the Sergeant walks out to meet him. Connolly Station lies just ahead with the end of the platforms now visible at about 150 meters, the rest of the view hidden around a light curve in the track as it winds between the city’s buildings. Riley breathes heavily as he arrives at the cart.

Davis: Catch your breath son.

As he waits for the private to regain his breath Rob, Shearer and Kenny join him to find out what’s going on.

Rob: What is it?

Riley: Sergeant, Sir… There are men up ahead, and they are armed.

Davis: Shit!

Rob: The IRA?