August 22, 1977

Sunday afternoon they were back in their suite at the hotel. Bernadette said, “Thank you Peter, I really feel that we were on a honeymoon. I’ll never forget your mountain hideout.”

“I hope we can repeat the adventure several times. Rip and Jack will love romping in the little stream. Late this afternoon I want to go over tomorrow’s action. Please question and make suggestions. You have a good feel for the operational flow.”

“If these people want you to do something important for them that no one else can, we will still be free after the meeting. If not, we’ll be dead for I’m not going to grow old in a British jail.”

“Well said, but if you follow my plan you can escape as long as you don’t shoot.”

“If they come for you, I’ll shoot. That’s the way I am. Won’t even think about it. Thinking too much is not good for taking action. Get in the zone and act. A very good IRA trainer told me that.”

“I can’t change the way you think, but it would be easier for me if I knew you were safe and going back to be with Jack.”

“Sorry.”