The afternoon sun was high overhead as the two cars headed out of the port city on their way south along the AP-9 towards Cangas on the Ria de Vigo. The cars obeyed the speed limit and kept about two hundred yards apart, just in case the police developed an unhealthy interest in one car. There were two men in each. The female owner of one car was being entertained and distracted by two friends of the driver. The other owner would receive a phone call from the police early the following day, saying they had found his stolen vehicle burnt out in the northern suburbs of Santiago de Compostela.
They made good progress and arrived in Cangas at 8 pm. The four men selected a table near the beach in an almost deserted restaurant. They could discuss the phone call one man had received from Ourense at just before 7 pm, showing their friend, the marksman was on time and would wait for one car at 5 am in the appointed place. The other car would avoid Santiago altogether.
At 10:30 pm, the men left the restaurant, which was now almost full, and returned to the cars. They put on some black gloves and picked up some items. Keeping to the shadows as much as possible, the four men walked the fifty metres down to the harbour, past the bus station with its interestingly shaped roof and past the pier where the ferries set off for Vigo on the other side of the ria.
They unlocked the gate to the jetty where the small fishing boats docked with a duplicate key made for the purpose the week before on a reconnaissance mission.
The four men jogged down the jetty and selected the boat they knew they could take with a minimum of risk. They had brought two canisters of fuel in case they needed it. They would leave one canister for the owner, whose boat they were borrowing, and use the contents of the other to torch the car.
Almost silently, they paddled the boat out in the Ria de Vigo before firing up the engine and setting off to the Islas Cies. The tide was against them on the outward journey, and it took longer than expected to arrive at the cave. Shadows from the cliffs cast strange shapes on the water. The waves were splashing over the rock shelf, but the waterproof bags had done their job and all the guns and ammunition were bone dry.
The return journey passed quickly, apart from paddling the small fishing craft back into the harbour, which took some effort. After they moored the boat, the two drivers headed to the cars and brought them to the quayside. There they helped manhandle the bags into the cars. They placed a large plastic sheet in the boot of one car, so that none of the interior would get wet from seawater. They locked the gate and headed away from Cangas before stopping in a secluded spot near Redondela.
As one man acted as a lookout, the other three transferred most of the armaments and ammunition into the bag in one car. This car, now containing three men, headed around Santiago and returned to A Coruna, where the lady owner was asleep, exhausted by her evening’s entertainment.
The leader of the group headed into the city of St James to meet with his marksman at the pre-appointed time. The bag in this car contained an automatic rifle, five hundred rounds of ammunition, and six hand grenades. This would be more than enough for their first attack to be a complete success. With all their planning, nothing would now stop them from making a huge statement against the people who had prosecuted the Reconquista against their forefathers.