I was still humming that song as they emerged in a frenzy of gun-fire. TWO helped FOUR who seemed to be wounded. A dark stain spread across his T-shirt and he was struggling to make it to the car. THREE fired at anything that moved. And anything that didn't. They bundled into the car and I put my foot down. We were almost out of town before we picked up a patrol car and I was quite proud of my driving which almost saw the cop off without THREE's generous use of his Uzi. FOUR was bleeding badly and screaming.  I could see in the mirror that his arm was terribly injured and the back seat was being spattered with black blood spurting from his brachial artery.  I stopped the car and got out to check we were safe. All was quiet, but there was so much blood that I could see a trail of it running down the road back towards the town. It couldn't be, could it? Then l noticed the bullet-holes in the trunk and realized it was the oil from the drums. Through the window, I could see that FOUR had passed out. I felt pretty much the same. THREE held the end of the spurting tube while TWO entwined a thin thread around it and tightened it until the blood stopped. I drove slowly back to the Barn. Back inside, I parked the car. 'How is he?' I asked 'He's in shock' TWO replied 'We're all in shock!' THREE sneered FOUR looked bad. 'Is he going to be okay?' I asked. 'That's up to me, really, isn't it?' THREE said. TWO raised an eyebrow: 'Did FOUR tell you what he'd sorted?' THREE grimaced: 'I didn't think to ask.' I saw the bulging sport-bag lying in the foot-well and said: 'Shall I take it?'  'Sure' said THREE, 'and what's to stop you just fucking off with it and leaving us?'  I frowned: 'Could I do that?'  'Not with me here.' was the terse reply. I decided not to pursue that idea and said goodbye, then sat in the Machine and pulled on the handle.