One gram or two Part 4 (627 hits)
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Submitted by Beano (View user info) at 2006-04-20 04:45:33 EDT
Part I http://www.ubersite.com/m/86292
Part II http://www.ubersite.com/m/86380
Part III http://www.ubersite.com/m/86501
As Scott was lifted from the floor and onto the stretcher the rest of the lads were already making calls on their mobiles. This was a fucking piss take and it didn't matter who, where or when, you rarely got away with kicking the shit out of one of them. They were also talking amongst themselves to see if anyone could remember who was last seen with him. Who had he gone out to see, had anyone see him leave and was it with a known face?
Little progress was being made and this had pretty much ruined the night. People had left pubs before now in ambulances but it was always one of the 'other' guys. One of the group who had taken them on. That never spoilt the evening, in fact in most cases it made it better and gave them something to laugh and joke about.
They hadn't seen anyone quite as bad as Scott though, none of them carried weapons. Let's be honest if you couldn't stand on your own two feet and fight man to man, what the fuck was it worth fighting at all.
The worst they'd seen was when Carl stamped on that fella's face who called him a cheat when they were playing pool for a tenner a frame. As quick as the worlds left his mouth, Carl moved in one fluid motion across the six or seven feet that had separated them and smashed his fist right into the poor fuckers face.
Carl always punched like he was hitting a point about a foot behind what he was actually hitting. It was fucking devastating to watch and people always, always, went down. That was when you had to catch the fucker because as soon as they hit the floor he'd start jumping up and down on their heads like he was on a trampoline. How he'd never killed anyone before now was a bloody miracle.
Scott was worse, far worse. They were no doctors but it was easy to tell Scott had been messed up. That was even before they had heard the paramedic on the scene mention stabs and fractures. This was going to take some effort to pay back. It was around this time that they realised that maybe they had stepped up a level, were in pretty dangerous territory.
Maybe a punk had got lucky, or it was random, or Scott was shagging some idiots girlfriend, lets be honest, that had happened before now. But it looked likely it was at last the drugs and therefore drug related.
Now this made it serious. For Christ's sake only four months ago two blokes had been arrested in a bust around the corner and the filth had retrieved three AK47's from the flat. It was a drug bust of course, and they also seized a kilo or two or Skunk and some Speed. But For Fuck's Sake
Three AK47's!
The sort that fired bullets. Lots and lots of the little golden fuckers. And if you happened to be in the way it wasn't car parks from funny angles and big posh ambulances to the hospital. It was bits of your previously well maintained and definitely in one piece body all over the car park.
Bollocks.
And if it wasn't AK's it was some lunatic with a Samurai tucked down the back of his jeans. Two pubs down from where they were now and three weeks ago some well known dealer's supplier was looking for a chap who was accused of breaking into the dealer's garage and nicking 13k of coke from him. Bold as brass he walked into the pub, which granted he technically owned but he had his brother run it, he then proceeds to pull out this 3 foot sword and has the guys pissing himself in a heap on the dance floor and begging so that he didn't have his fingers cut off.
These were serious people. They dealt in serious sums and now the lads had the choice to get involved or stay the fuck away.
After a few weeks in the intensive care unit and lots of attention, young Scott was allowed some visitors. His parents had been of course and also his sister. They understood that Scott had been jumped in the car park by a group of lads who had just been barred from the pub and were going to attack the very first customer who walked out to his car. This had nothing to do with the individual but was aimed squarely at the management of the boozer. His parents swallowed the story (you read this type of thing every week in the local rag) and left him alone. This way, the drugs never got a mention.
The three men responsible had actually done him a favour by stealing his money as this had left him carrying only a small amount of coke. The old bill would give him grief but not nearly as much as seventeen hundred in cash and some coke would have. Maybe the guys in the car park didn't want the police knowing the truth behind the beating. It made sense.
The boys paid a visit; they had been chomping at the bit to see if Scott had any news of the perpetrators. They arrived in good spirits upsetting reception staff and trolley pushers alike. The ward nurse eyed them as they walked up to Scott's bed. She silently told them that shenanigans in the corridors might be accepted but if they upset any or her patients they would be shown how to call for the lift to the lobby and the exit.
A few pleasantries were passed between them all, one by one they asked how he was, how he was coping. This was serious and needed a little decorum showing. To any onlooker who observed the exchanges they still looked and sounded like louts, but to the boys the act of asking serious questions and then waiting for an answer was them acting grown up and serious.
"Who was it Scotty?" that was THE big question and the one that when asked made them all stop and listened.
"Boys, I don't know the fella's name, but it's for selling. He basically told me he considers it his patch and that I'm not to deal anymore"
"Never seen him before?"
"Nope, but he means business and he wants trouble. Chuck has already been to see me, his guy Paul is mad and talking about revenge, apparently he went berserk when he found out. This guy wanted trouble, well; I think he's going to get it. Paul is organising his lads, he's asking questions and next Friday I've got to go into town with him see if we can't find these chaps."
"Next Friday will be fun then" one of them observed.
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I'm excited for next friday then.
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Looking forward to the next one.
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I like these.