The City

clear in his voice had suddenly been dropped and had been replaced with obvious relief. The other tired faces around him looked similarly relieved.
    ‘So what do we do now?’ Jack Baxter asked. ‘Looks like we’re stuck out here for a while.’
    ‘Let’s just take it easy,’ the soldier replied. ‘Nothing else to do but sit and wait.’

42
    Michael Collins sat anxiously behind the wheel of the motorhome with Emma at his side. They had been stopped in this location for almost six hours, neither of them daring to move for fear that they might miss the return of the soldiers they’d seen leaving earlier this morning. The wait was becoming unbearable. Michael was beginning to wonder whether they were going to come back. Anything could have happened to the scouting party.
    The motorhome was parked in a field adjacent to the track they’d discovered. By nestling the large and cumbersome vehicle on the other side of a grey-stone wall and underneath heavy tree cover they had camouflaged themselves to an extent and their relative invisibility was reassuring. The otherwise bright day had been interrupted by an unexpected shower of rain a short while earlier and drops of water still fell steadily from the overhanging trees, clattering down onto the metal roof and providing an eerie soundtrack to the afternoon. Apart from those few random sounds the world was quiet and deceptively peaceful.
    ‘Want something to drink?’ Emma asked.
    Michael shook his head.
    ‘No thanks,’ he replied abruptly. His stomach was churning with nerves and uncertainty.
    For what felt like the hundredth time in the last hour he turned and looked over his shoulder, peering back down the track in the direction in which the soldiers had disappeared earlier. He stared into the distance, hoping that he would soon see movement but, at the same time, also strangely relieved that nothing seemed to be happening.
    Emma slid across the front seats and put her hand around his shoulder. He didn’t respond. She leant over and kissed the side  of his cheek. Still no response. He wasn’t ignoring her, he simply had far too much on his mind for him to be able to react towards her in the way he normally would have done. If he was honest with himself he wanted nothing more than to be open and unrestrained and tell her exactly how much she meant to him, but now wasn’t the time. They had been out in the open for too long.
    They needed something which resembled stability and order back in their lives before they could move on. The bottom line was that they both needed more than they presently had, and Michael hoped and prayed that the soldiers they had seen would bring them the relative security and comfort they desired.
    ‘I hate it when you’re this quiet,’ Emma said, her face still close to his. ‘Are you all right?’
    ‘I’m okay,’ he replied, subdued. Much as he wanted her close, he also wished she’d leave him alone to think.
    ‘What we need to do,’ she continued, ‘is find…’
    ‘Shh…’ he snapped, interrupting.
    ‘What?’
    ‘Listen.’
    Emma did as she was told. She pushed herself away from Michael and sat on the edge of her seat and listened carefully.
    She could hear the sound of an engine approaching.
    ‘This is it,’ said Michael as he turned the key in the ignition, causing the cumbersome motorhome’s engine to rumble into life.
    He sat motionless in his seat and watched the road behind through the large wing mirror to his side. Although the stone wall obscured much of his view he was able to see the point where the track snaked away into the distance and disappeared.
    The soldiers in their transport eventually appeared over the brow of a low hill, their vehicle’s bright headlights burning brilliantly in the gloom of the late afternoon. He watched as they drove closer and closer until his line of vision was blocked by the wall.
    A few seconds later and he saw them pass, the dark green roof of the transport just visible over the top of the grey stones. He began to cautiously nudge the motorhome forward.
    ‘Don’t follow too close behind,’ Emma said nervously. ‘They don’t know who we are. They might turn on us and…’
    Michael wasn’t listening. He inched out of the field, driving just far enough forward to enable him to see the transport working its way down the track. When it was almost out of sight he accelerated.
    Travelling without his headlamps on (hoping to avoid being noticed) Michael followed the