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'We'd got them from an arms dealer abroad. Three pistols that fit perfectly in our hands, enough ammunition to last an army a famine. We'd practiced a lot over the past few weeks, the three of us. And now all that practice was going to pay off.
"Cameron!" I screamed. "No, don't!"
It was too late. He'd pulled out the gun already, sleek and black, silencer in his other hand. And was aiming it at the IPF officer.'
Emily Musgrove was determined to bring down the current government once she found that life under it would be harsh. They were all going to suffer - no matter what they did - because of the country's weak leaders' having their ears being bent by the elusive Mr Z. Hatcher, who may just have his own plans for England...