Baz keeps driving towards the Palace, muttering and grumbling to himself. He glances up occasionally, at the roof rack where his shotgun is stored, fully loaded with eight 00-guage 12-bore buckshot cartridges. He glances at other hidden places in the cab where slug, explosive and incendiery cartridges are stored. He sniffs, talking loud enough for those in the back to hear. "Damn that wae a close call. I doon' like it this close tae the Lady's place. If she spots the blue square on me neck we're fucked!"