Teddy took charge. "Colin, gies a haun'! Johnny's out fur the count." Colin grabbed Johnny's feet and Franky took his shoulders and they all made their way through fire door at the end of the passage and down the stairs. "Right! Oot the back way!"

Down the back stairs to the cellars. Teddy unlocked and locked doors as they went. In the cellar he found two heavy duty rubber torches and showed them the entrance to the brick lined tunnel. "Hopefully, they'll no be expectin' an underground escape route. Better no switch oan oaney big lights, in case somebody spots it. Mind out fur the pipes!"

There was a service tunnel leading to the old boilerhouse. It was narrow and full of ancient, lagged, pipes, cold now and dripping with condensation in the subterranean murk. An air of disuse hung everywhere. The boiler and furnace, themselves, were long gone for scrap. "It's bloody freezin' in here!" Moaned Frank.

"Aye!" Said Teddy, irritably, "Well ye can just shut yer gub. We're all goin' te hang back fur a minute, until I'm sure the coast is clear." He carefully opened the door a crack and peered out into the street. The digger minibus was parked up the side street by near the door where they used to deliver the coal and oil.

On the other side of the old student union there was plenty of noise, even the occasional police siren going off, shouting and flashing blue lights. This narrow side street was still dark and silent. He pulled out the keys to the minibus. "C'moan, we'll leg it. It's only about 20 yards. Pile in an lie doon oan the floor. There's a spare tarp' in there. Poo' it ower yersel's and keep still, `til we're oot o' the wye!"

Frank shook his head. "Ye're fuckin' bonkers man!"

"Whit? Ye waant te spend the rest o' the night in the polis station, or worse?"

"If we get coat we'll be there oanywye!" He sighed. "C'moan, lead the wye."

Teddy's heart was thumping as he turned the ignition. The sound of the old bus, starting from cold, seem to echo like thunder round the quiet street.

Inga poked her head, momentarily over the back of the seat. "Bloody hell, Teddy. What's going on? Where are we going? Ye're all acting crazy!"

"Keep your heid doon Inga. Ye'd better ask them in the back whit's happenin'. We're heidin' fur Dundee at the moment. Unless oanybuddy's goat oany better ideas?"