Tower Four

The night was warm, the gelignite was hot. The plot was thick. And

Jenny's being sick in the bathroom. She's six months gone and will it

have a chance or simply wither in the womb... The room was thick with

smoke. Photographs of martyrs across the wall. There's brother John

shot down at the cenotaph (yes, we'll remember!) Sister Astrid, now

corrected - never says a word. The list goes on and on. The bombs,

the blood... For every guilty death there's 20 more. The limbs go

flying across the floor, and no-one's crying anymore. Just caught up

in the crossfire - and Jenny wants her child.