Slowly walking forward, keeping the distance between the cart shorter than the distance between the four armed men ahead, they stop as the bald woman gets to within about four meters. Just enough to talk.

Bald woman: Good afternoon gentlemen. I am Sister Francis. What can we do for you on this fine day?

Sergeant Davis looks up at Rob with a frown, then back down to her with a forced smile.

Davis: Good afternoon… Sister Francis. I’m Sergeant Davis of the Irish Defences Forces 2nd Battalion. We were unaware that this station had been cleared and secured. When did you move in?

Francis: We’ve held this position since the beginning Sergeant Davis, among others. We’ve been