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Back in Mattersburg, Matthias’s team had gathered and demonstrated what they were going to do and what they required of Gally and Deek. Basically, they were to carry the sturdy planking that would be used as a bridge over the depression through which the stream ran, keep quiet, stay low and do as they were instructed without question. When the electric fence had been isolated then breached and the barbed wire cut it was the job of one of them to help their package over or, in the case of a no show, go through and find him. Deek looked at Gallagher and simply said, “He’s your prize, besides, I probably won’t fit.”
Matthias placed a box on a table and handed out the well used commercially bought little ‘walkie-talkie’ radios with their earpieces. One each to the two drivers, one between the ‘electricians’ team of three, one to the road watcher on the Austrian side of the border reporting on the furthermost watchtower and the road beyond, one each for Matthias, Gally and Deek and the last for the man with the German shepherd.
A final check on local intelligence confirmed no knowledge of new barbed wire installations, watches were synchronised and equipment loaded up into a dishevelled VW van. An Audi saloon stood close by. Then they sat at the rustic table for a beer and something to eat.