It was the perfect job car for where we were going.

• +..ambient


• +..waiting for the train


• +.. Resonance cascade D+B

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The train pulled into New Street train station in the city centre and we began ‘Counter Surveillance’ drills, we couldn’t know for sure if we had been followed onto the train. I knew the station well after years of passing through there in transit as a young soldier going on leave and moving around the country from base to base. I knew there was a back way out of the station down some concrete stairs, it led to a pub called the Station Bar, it was on the junction of Station Street and Dudley Street which led to the old markets area of the city. Soldiers frequented the bar whilst waiting for their connections, it was a shit hole, but the beer was cheap, and the troops knew where everyone would congregate whilst in transit. The bar was always open due to it being near the markets, wholesale market traders worked funny hours to prepare for a day’s trading, sometimes starting at midnight, due to this some pubs were given special licences to open outside of normal pub licencing hours, this way they could have a drink after work, even if it was 10am…The stairs stunk of piss and were littered with used hypodermic needles, street drinkers and tramps used it as a public toilet and smack heads used it as a convenient place to ‘jack up’. People never used these stairs unless they had to, it was a mugger’s paradise and people tended to avoid it. The unwelcoming stairs gave us the perfect ‘choke point’ to see if we were being followed, we headed down the stairs and waited at one of the nearby bus stops to observe. A few of the braver commuters followed us down and a couple of street drinkers staggered along the route too, but no one of concern stood out, the coast was clear, time to call the boss and get extracted!
Dawe, Jack.