The observers found it at a quarter to six.
"*Cronin, observer two. There's a position. North-east, about two and a half kilometres. The old quarry above the Carrickrobin road. There's a British section dug in round the lip of it. Five, six men. And there's a vehicle at the back, and they're moving something off it. Something heavy. Long. I can't see what. Over.*"
"Is it the weapon? Over."
"*I can't confirm. But they're guarding it like it's something. And it's got a line of sight to the junction from up there. Straight down the valley. Over.*"
Cronin looked at the map on the wall.
James looked over his shoulder. There was the junction, and the road going north-east past the creamery. There was a valley running up between two low hills, and at the top of it, marked in faded pencil on an old survey map, a quarry.
It would give a clear line from the quarry lip straight down the valley to the forecourt. There would be no hedges in the way. Two and a half kilometres.
