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Submitted by Barnymeinhoff <barnymeinhoff.at.gmail.com> (View user info) at 2005-09-06 06:42:59 EDT
The Ballad of Balthasar Jones.
Police Superintendent Halford mopped his brow and glanced nervously around the table. It wasn't any imminent violence that he was afraid of so much as the collective history of violence that was now sharing the room with him.
So far the meeting seamed to be going well.
Well in so far as no one was dead and no one was arguing.
No one was talking either but on the whole this was to be expected.
The room was silent except for the sound of Little Mo who was running her antiquated targeting optics through a number of battle scenarios. The tiny whir and click of the motors was magnified in the silent room. This was an obvious display of aggression on her part and hardly in keeping with the spirit of the meeting but no one was going to confront her as to do so would risk a loss of face in more ways than one.
Halford couldn't bring himself to look at Mo, her extreme modifications made him uncomfortable.
He had been living in Willesden when she had first lead her Street Therapy Squad to victory of the other West London firms.
He remembered the smell after she had overthrown the LGC and the streets had been lined with crucifixes all the way up to Cricklewood.
He had been grateful when his company had re formed and he was re located to their Northern Barnet headquarters.
Sat around the table were the nine most Influential People in London, four gang fathers and two gang queens, representatives of the two dominant police forces and the head of the last remaining residents militia.
The civil war had ended in a stalemate three years previously and with the exception of London a semblance of peace had descended across the country.
The United Government Of English Counties had ended its campaign to take back the capital and had set up its permanent base in Birmingham.
The Cornish Liberation Army had drawn its borders between Bath and Southampton and showed no sign of intending to push any further north, what was left of the southeast was under the control of the Sussex Irregulars and their charismatic warlord.
Scotland and Wales had lost their independence.
No one knew or cared what had happened to the Isle Of White.
Norfolk, Suffolk and Essex had been rendered uninhabitable by the wet bomb.
London was the last unclaimed prize and had frankly proved to be more trouble than it was worth for any force foolish enough to try to claim it. As Surry and Kent had found out to their considerable cost.
The nine people around the table represented the controlling interests in London, The last free state in the former United Kingdom.
Present was Balthasar Jones, the head of The Magnificent Thing.
They were the largest Gang in the capital and had control from Enfield to Bexly and from Islington to Havering.
Sat to his right was Ella Khan, the queen of the Rumblejacks who were currently in possession of Barnet, Camden the City and Westminster.
Next to her was Little Mo of the STS who had free reign over Kensington and Chelsea as well as Ealing, Hownslow and Brent.
Next to Mo and looking nervous was Bobby Bruce, self styled sickest fuck in south London. He ran Lewisham, Southwark and Lambeth. All very hard to keep hold of
No one else was willing to sit on the same side of the table as Mo and Bobby so the other side was looking decidedly cramped.
Police Superintendent Halford of the NLPA sat close to Commander Harmer of the SLLF.
Untill two weeks ago the two police forces had been more concerned with annihilating each other rather than keeping what now passed for law in London.
Next to them was Grand Matriarch Sephine. She was the bloated and aloof despite her current circumstances. Her bulk alone was a fair indication that her malitia had started to eat people again.
As long as they didn't start hunting outside of Wandsworth this would be tolerated.
To Sephine's right was Abu Melawekki. The gang king of the English African Congress who held Bromley, Croydon and Sutton. There was bad blood between him and Bobby Bruce. This was making everyone especially nervous but so far the ceasefire was holding.
Finally there was Tevik Kemmal who an the Ottoman Squad up in Harrow and Hillingdon. He had recently had his lower lip removed after the latest fashion and was finding it hard to stop drooling.
There was no neutral ground left in the city and if the meeting was going to take place at all it was going to have to be hosted by one of the factions.
The police had no land as such, The North London Police Authority rented buildings that belonged to the Rumblejacks and the South London Law federation operated from Bobby Bruces territory.
The residential mallita of Wandsworth and Merton would under no circumstances allow outsiders into their reserve. The gibbets lining all the approach roads to their boroughs were testimony to this so the possibility wasn't even raised.
That just left the gangs themselves and as The Magnificent Thing headed by Balthasar Jones was the only gang that was not currently involved in territory disputes with anyone it was agreed that Hackney Town hall would host the talks.
It had been ten minuit's since introductions had been made although none had been needed. Since than no one had spoken.
Balthasar sighed and all heads turned to face him.
"It seems we have a problem."
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Submitted by icarus1987 (user info) at 2005-09-06 16:52:55 EDT (#)
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Not nearly enough of this on ubersite...
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Submitted by Teephphah (user info) at 2005-09-06 09:05:04 (#)
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I thought this was pretty cool. Looking forward to the next installment.
Submitted by Teephphah (user info) at 2005-09-06 09:05:04 EDT (#)
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I thought this was pretty cool. Looking forward to the next installment.
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Submitted by Flying_buttmonkey (user info) at 2005-09-06 07:05:34 EDT (#)
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plus fucking two. Nice.
Submitted by Fabit (user info) at 2005-09-06 06:53:39 EDT (#)
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Awesome looking forward to more of this.