‘Yeah, nice man. Doesn’t talk a lot. But he acts! He and Ballard are going to sort out the US of fucking A. Wow! They’re going to sort out Canada too. Wow! They’ve got connections in Quebec. Big connections. Big fucking bang. Wow!’

‘Who else?’

‘I can’t remember. Oh yeah, the fat man Rey – er – Jose Reythal. Spanish man. Spaniard man? Spanner man? Spandard man? Something like that!’

‘Who else?’

‘Don’t know. Posgnyet, but he’s only in charge, he doesn’t count, only a fucking Russian.’ He laughed. ‘They’re nice to us, the Russians.’

‘I’m glad, Lukas. Tell me about Angel? What is Angel?’

‘Didn’t I tell you, man?’

‘No, you forgot.’

‘Angel – Anti Nuclear Generated Electricity. Simple, eh?’

‘Very simple, Lukas. Did you think that up yourself?’

‘No. The Russians did.’

‘Tell me more about the Russians.’

‘Yes, they’re nice. Lovely Russians; blonde ladies and vodka. They pay bills – big bills, small bills – and screw blonde ladies.’ He giggled.

‘Which power stations are you going to blow up?’

‘All over. I can’t move my hands.’

I pushed the plunger again. There wasn’t much left in the syringe.

‘Which countries?’

‘United States, Canada, France, Spain, England. All going to be big fucking bangs. All the contact states, man. Except Germany, Spain instead of Germany.’

‘Why Spain instead of Germany?’

‘Winds. Russians don’t want radiation blowing over East Germany and into Russia. ETA in Spain keen to take action against nuclear energy – everyone decided it would be pity not to include them.’

‘Which power stations in each country?’

‘Whichever they decide on, man.’

‘Which ones?’

‘I don’t know.’

‘You’re being screwed by everyone.’

‘No, I’m not, they love me. I am big man.’

‘There’s a plot to kill you. I’m the only one who can save you, Lukas. I want to save you, Lukas, I want to save you very much.’

‘Thank you. Please save me.’

‘If you want me to save you, you’d better tell me everything, and tell it fast. Now, which power stations?’

‘I don’t know, I tell you, all over, some here, some there, some fucking everywhere!’ He began to giggle again.

‘Which power stations, Lukas?’

‘Wherever the wind is good.’

‘Why are you doing all this?’

‘Whole goddam world’s going to stop raping our land, going to stop digging their greedy fists into that uranium, man. That’s no-good stuff. We want to leave it in the land, man, and cover it up again – almost as much, man, as we want our freedom. Yeah! To be free! We are going to make the world take notice of us, man. After next month, nobody’s going to ignore Namibia, man. No fucking way!’ He laughed.

‘Why are the Russians helping you?’

‘Different Russians got different reasons,’ he giggled. ‘Konyenko – he’s our contact here – he help us because we fix him up with blonde girls.’