The men looked to their leader for inspiration. He was a man of the old school. He had been in this bloody business for 40 years and he knew all the drills, all the situations, all the tactics of the enemy.
He stroked his moustache in anticipation of the oncoming horde. They would make a fine stand here, he thought.
The doors began to shake and rattle. Despite his earlier cry he knew they would not, knew that they could not, hold them. He looked to his men, smartly dressed though this would not help them much in the face of what was to come.
The doors rattled more violently and the barricades began to shake. It was useless to offer any more resistance but orders must be obeyed.
He sighed and looked at his watch. It was time.
‘Move the barricades and open the doors!’ he shouted, and the order was carried out.
Almost instantaneously the horde of Boxing Day shoppers exploded into the furniture store.
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