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or no Deal on the TV and three more sit on a broken pool table just chatting. One guy sits alone at a table, in his sixties, with small spectacles sitting on the end of his nose as he reads a small leather-bound book.
    “See that geezer over there? The old guy?” Johnny nods his head in the direction of the lone man.
    “Yes,” says Shane. “He came in on the same wagon as me. It’s his first day as well.”
    Pete lets out a laugh before he adds. “Yeah, well it’s going to be his last.”
    Shane looks confused, “What, someone’s going to clip the old guy? He can’t have upset anyone that soon, it’s been less than twenty-four hours. What’s he done?”
    “Don’t know, don’t care,” replies Johnny. “Word is he’s getting it and no one’s to see or hear anything.”
    Shane’s eyes narrow and he raises an eyebrow. “Are you here to warn me to behave?”
    Johnny realises how this seems and quickly explains. “No, no, it’s not like that, trust me. The two bastards that are about to clip granddad over there are no friends of ours. Thing is though, they would love for someone to interfere so they could hurt more people. Honest, we just want to give you the heads-up. They are a pair of right nasty cu…”
    Just on cue, the “pair of right nasty cunts” walk into the room. The first one, Garfield Hilton AKA Big Bird, is a six-foot-eleven mountain of a man. Born in Birmingham to Caribbean parents he weighs in at twenty-six stone. His size and physical prowess gained him some notoriety on the nightclub doors of Birmingham’s city centre. People loved to get their photos taken with this man mountain. “He’s just a gentle giant,” is the sort of remark punters made about him. They couldn’t have been more wrong. Big Bird was a violent career bully whose main source of income was extorting money from bar and club owners in the West Midlands. He also acted as an enforcer for drug gangs and would often submit late payers to his own type of torture where he would experiment with how long it would take him to break nominated bones.
    Two years ago an unfortunate Spanish student by the name of Paco Ballaguer, who was attending Aston University, found himself in a bit of financial trouble when his student grant was held up. He owed £136 for some blow that he had bought from one of Bird’s pals, Kenny.
    “There’s that spic that owes me money…” remarked Kenny as he and Bird wandered home from a late-night blues club. Two hours later police found Paco’s corpse. He had been punched so hard and so many times that at first the police were sure he had been run over by a truck. The imprint of the giant’s huge gold signet ring in Paco’s forehead was the evidence that convicted him. He was serving life imprisonment with a recommendation that he’s not considered for parole for fifteen years.
    The second man entering the room is Errol Christian. Errol may look small stood next to Bird but he is well over six feet. Born in Jamaica, Errol has strong connections with Yardy gangs all over Britain. He is an extremely violent psychopathic killer. Even Bird feels a little uncomfortable around Errol who is responsible for the murder of seven people. Working as a paid enforcer for Jamaican drug smugglers he would be called in as a last resort after all channels of communication had been exhausted. He loved his job and admitted to an almost sexual gratification when watching the lights go out in his victim’s eyes. Despite his obvious mental disorder, Errol was professional. He always covered his tracks, stalked his victims and picked the opportune time and place to strike. He really never expected to get caught.
    But fate changed all that when one of his bosses, by the name of Barrington, took a shine to Errol’s girlfriend. Melissa never dared complain to Errol about his low libido but she was a virile young woman and so easily surrendered to most of Errol’s friends, although he remained unaware of her