"You owe me a fiver then mate" Jones replied with a sad smile on his face. Watching the anarchist load up his bag with goodies the officer began to do the same.<br/>"It's not TB we're talking about here, something else. they're not saying what but it's bad I know that"<br/><br/>Jones walked to the door and poked his head out, how he was managing to move with a bullet hole in his shoulder was a small miracle but years of training in SO9 and the SAS had given him the will power needed.<br/>Even so he recognised the need to get medical aid "Look we both need the medics right, but I don't want to go to the hospital. feel up to a little drive?"