Jane: Never Been BetterMature

Matt and Paul walked into the boardroom. I had my head in my hands while reading the newspaper article again. I looked at him as he sat down next to Paul.

"You read this mate?" Paul asked passing him another newspaper. We all stared at him as he read the article.

"Your kidding!" He muttered.

"Afraid not." I replied. "We were stuck between hell and the deep blue sea, we couldn't get her protected because they'll know were watching them and it was a risk to leave her unprotected," Annabel came and sat down with a file," it was a risk we took and it bloody came back to bite us in the arse."

"Actually it might not have." Annabel alleged.

"What have you got?" I felt a sigh of relief,

"Well, Jenna tried to call us last night before she was cut off, obviously someone was fitting an interceptor on the telephone wire as she did. Before she got cut off she managed to tell us something about petrol."

"Petrol?" Matt asked, Annabel nodded in reply.

"Jesus Christ!" I was really getting annoyed. "There planning petrol bombs. But they obviously can‘t throw them, so there doing it some other way."

"How else can you do it?" Paul was a Tech guy not a bomb technician bless him.

"There are ways. In its simplest form, a Molotov cocktail, better known as a petrol bomb, is a glass bottle containing petrol fuel usually with a source of ignition such as a burning cloth wick held in place by the bottle's stopper. The wick is usually soaked in alcohol or paraffin, rather than petrol.
In action the wick is lit and the bottle hurled at a target such as a vehicle or fortification. When the bottle smashes on impact, the ensuing cloud of petrol droplets and vapour are ignited, causing an immediate fireball followed by a raging fire as the remainder of the fuel is consumed. But as we have no idea what there planning with these things we don't know how there going to use them." I turned to Annabel "Has the phone call been recorded?" I asked.

"Every phone call is recorded." she smiled.

"Very true Annabel" I smiled and turned to Paul. "Do you reckon you could decipher more of the conversation?"

"Sure I can!" Paul was always so enthusiastic. I nodded in approval. I put my head in my hands again as Annabel and Paul walked out.

"Hey you okay Jane?" Matt asked softly.

"Never been better" I smiled to myself.

"No seriously, how are you feeling?"

"I'm fine Matt, thanks for asking."

"Anytime" He walked to the door. "I'm gunna go and help Paul." I nodded.
I actually felt pretty ill. Probably just the stress I told myself.

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