One gram or two Part 5 (760 hits)
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Submitted by Beano (View user info) at 2006-04-25 09:53:25 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
Part 4 http://www.ubersite.com/m/86859
The following Friday and the usual ritual. However this was no usual Friday. The boys had an agenda this week. For years and years they had been drinking together, they had been meeting here and then moving on. Tonight was different. From the Swagger they knew what was going to happen.
Throughout the week Scott had been getting regular calls from Chuck and The Dog.
It worked like this: Scott went to Chuck for his coke, lots of people went to Chuck for their coke but they bought large amounts and cut and sold if themselves and as they pleased, if was all part of the hierarchy. Low risk but low reward.
Chuck himself went to The Dog (or Paul as he was known to very few people, Scott included) for his coke, higher quantities higher risk but he never dealt with the scum. Now, The Dog wouldn't sell you anything less than a pound, he was one step away from the man who brought it into the country and soaked the market. This guy was big time.
And for all the money Scott or Chuck had seen or would ever see, you could multiply that by fifty and probably only just get close to what The Dog had his grubby paws on.
If The Dog got caught he'd never step foot outside of a prison for as long as he lived, also and more importantly to him he had the most to lose financially.
Scott would always deal, he'd always be able to pick up coke cheap, cut the fuck out of it and then sell it on. It didn't matter who you had running the street because they paid you when they collected and then got out of your face, and they always came back for more.
Chuck would manage also, it'd be more difficult for him and he may have to move away from the area. But he'd survive or would drop down and deal at street level until he built up some trust or some credit with whoever was going to be at the top.
But for The Dog it was all or nothing. This is why he reaped such handsome rewards, because he took all the risks and he had it all to lose. If some new supplier moved into this area and took over his dealers or brought in their own The Dog would lose his whole network. And there was no coming back from that, there wasn't room for two top boys. There wasn't room and there wasn't the inclination either.
What fuck use is a lock-up full of grade A cocaine if you can't get it to the punters?
Consequently this Friday the usual guys, Dean, Jarvis, Carl, Scott and Damon were congregating in the Swagger. There wasn't the usual boisterous behaviour that so typified a Friday night out with these lads. Anyone would say they were subdued.
They were waiting.
Chuck arrived with a couple of pals, Scott did the introductions but they all knew who Chuck was and one way or another he'd met each of them before now. It was common for one of them to pay a visit to Chucks flat when Scott was collecting. Who's gonna tell eh? No harm done. Chuck was happy to let anyone know, or so it seemed, that he dealt out of his flat. Maybe it was his reputation that he relied on.
Maybe it's the comfort zone that we all get into whatever line of work we do. You start out careful, don't take the piss, don't hit on the secretaries, stick to your breaks and don't visit the pub at lunch. But give it a year or two into the role and you drink at lunch with the boss, have fifteen minutes extra on each break and have shagged at least three secretaries and a couple of the projects girls. No harm done.
Then what they were all waiting for happened. The Dog arrived. You heard about The Dog but you didn't drink with the cunt. He had his own circle of friends, he drank in better places and he didn't generally hang around with the shits that actually earn him his money. But here he was with the boys.
Because The Dog had a need, he needed Scott. Scott was the one the whole night would pivot on. He was the guy who could pinpoint one of the three. The word was that Jason Price was the 'smoking man', the guy who ordered and then casually stood smoking while two of his men beat Scott half to death.
More importantly the two guys who actually beat Scott were dealers. They had been into town for the last few weeks selling their wares in the pubs and clubs. And that was who The Dog was interested in at this point. He needed to show Jason Price that if he wanted to sell in this area then he needed to do a little more than beat up one deadbeat cock sucking dealer.
Tonight he was going to get a message to Jason. The message was going to be pretty plain and simple. Fuck off. Fuck right off for that matter. He had played the situation out in his mind many times over the last few weeks. He was going to kill one of the dealers, find the other one if he was in town and then ideally, if it worked out nicely, actually show him what he had done.
The Dog got the drinks, large Brandy's all round, down in one, followed very quickly by another. He didn't want them drunk but he knew the importance of that initial bravery required.
There was always that tendency to run, to think that you are out of your depth, to panic or to think about the consequences. He didn't want that happening tonight, that was dangerous and got you either hurt or nicked. A little Dutch courage wouldn't hurt. Besides he wasn't doing this just to prove to Jason Fucking Price that he was top man, he was doing it to show them all he was.
Scott received the call from one of his contacts; there was a lad in The Barn knocking out wraps. He'd arrived about ten minutes ago and hadn't shown any signs of leaving yet, he was with a small group but nothing to worry about.
Scott lifted his half full pint that he was drinking and gulped down the remainder, all the others took this as a sign that theirs should be supped and did likewise.
He nodded at The Dog and they all exited the pub via the rear doors.
The Dog had a car parked in the car park that was alongside the Swagger. He flicked the boot open and removed several items from a dirty off white bag. The items glistened but they were inside his jacket before anyone could clearly identify what they were. Slowly but very carefully he grabbed the petrol can that was also in the boot and doused the car with unleaded. A flick of a zippo later and the Cavalier was engulfed in flames. They skipped into a lane alongside the car park and were on their way.
All the way to the Barn no one said a great deal. Dog was asking Scott lots of questions, "Did he say anything to you?", "Did he mention me?", "Did he say he was moving in?", "Anything you want me to do to him for you?" and besides the chat between the Dog, Scott and Chuck the conversation was non existent. It seemed to the rest of them that Scott had an awful lot of a say in how this fella was going to be eating his food for the forthcoming.
They arrived at the Barn and The Dog chatted with the doormen, he appeared to be on pretty friendly terms with these guys. There was no pay off at the door so the assumption was the path had already been cleared with the management. The entered and approached the bar.
The Dog collared Scott and indicated that he wanted a word, they leaned into one another. As this was happening the Dog was slipping his hand inside his jacket and removing an object. His eyes were scanning the faces that filled the pub. Scott was discreetly pointing in the direction of a youngish looking group of lads in the corner by the window. The Dog slipped a knuckled duster on his right hand and then put that hand in his pocket.
He walked over to the corner as soon as Scott closed his mouth, all eyes were on him. The group by the window reacted almost at once and one of them stood up and walked towards the Dog. Scott knew instantly that he was one of the guys. He'd been told by his contact in the pub who and where they were seated. And now he knew that the guy who had stood was the one who had hurt Scott, he also knew that this young lad had no idea who was approaching him or what was about to happen.
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the suspense you leave at the end is killin me!
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Submitted by hour_man (user info) at 2006-05-04 11:22:10 EDT (#)
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I concur. Awesome set stories just read the lot. On another note...GRIMM wheres the dude gone?!?!
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keep it coming!
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Oh the suspense...
must have more
Submitted by DrRobertHand (user info) at 2006-04-25 15:26:12 EDT (#)
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Wish I could rate this twice. Please continue.
Submitted by sexualchocolate1984 (user info) at 2006-04-25 11:38:03 EDT (#)
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Fucking A!
Bring on the next part. Was gutted when this installment finished.
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This is fuckin riviting. I like it.
Submitted by MichelleNJ (user info) at 2006-04-25 10:03:54 EDT (#)
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Kicker of all ass, indeed.