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I had a feeling in the pit of my stomach, that something wasn’t right as I pulled down the road leading to Ian’s compound on the outskirts of Armagh. I sat at the gates, waiting for them to open, it was taking way too long.

The spotters should have seen me coming down the highway, five miles before I even hit the entrance road. They knew what I was driving, and the license plates number, throwing the vehicle in reverse, I was backing up at a high rate of speed. 

Movement at the gate caught my eye, I saw armed men, that weren’t ours ready to open fire. “Son of a bitch!” I turned the car around, and took off towards the highway.

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