His mind drifts pleasantly through the mechanics of the car, not in detail, he�s hardly an expert with the internals of a car, less so a sup�ed up Porsche. He just finds himself appreciating the power in his control from time to time.

Suddenly his thoughts are interrupted by the polyphonic ring tone of his Cell Phone, he looks up on his dash board where the Hand Set would usually rest and furrows his brow in as he realizes it�s not there. He slows down his speed slightly as he looks around on the passenger seat and on the floor of his vehicle until the ringing ceases, he looks back up to see an extremely familiar looking Mitsubishi Evolution careening toward him on the wrong side of the road.

He swerves sharply to his left, managing to avoid a head on collision, but the cars scrape down each others side, leaving some severe paint work required on the right hand sides of both cars. Stone pulls on his hand break and comes to a halt near the sidewalk, after doing a 180 degree turn. He slams his fist against the hazard light switch and taps the breast pocket of his jacket as his Cell Phone begins to ring again, he pulls the phone from his pocket and sees the letters JD in the middle of the Nokia�s Display. He answers the call.

Stone
Hey boss�� yeah I�m on my way, I�ll have to call you back�� Yeah, I know.

He ends the phone call and slips the phone into his right pants pocket. He checks his hair in his rear view mirror, before opening the door and slipping gracefully out of his car. He quickly locks the doors with the Remote Central Locking then looks on at the degenerate standing before him, his purple hair, and tree hugger attire a dead give away, even from this distance.

Stone Fumes
Ryne�

He walks toward him slowly, breathing deeply to avoid an incident after recognizing the man gathering himself by the Crumpled Evolution in front of him as a PPW Camera Man, Nicholas Gervais if he�s not mistaken, easy going, all around nice guy, and wanton homosexual.

Stone Under His Breath
That�s what he gets for driving tin foil on wheels.

Stone walks up a little too close to Ryne, towering over him, in the way he always used to during his time in Brixton, having a few inches over a wrestler is a little intimidating. Having almost a clear foot over some thug in Brixton was down right scary.

Ryne Confidently
Hey where was your NOS on that one Willy?

Stone shakes his head and takes a step back from Ryne, he clenches his fist, but slips it into his coat pocket subtly as the Camera Man closes on them, he thinks to himself �I can�t hit him on Camera, Barnes is just dying for an excuse to get to Dinucci, he�d use that for sure.�.

Stone solemnly
I should of known it would have been you kid, It�s that short attention span that makes you screw up in the ring.

Ryne Mocking Stones Tone
It�s that lame ass driving that made me total my car, sonny Jim.

Stone gets right back up in Ryne�s face, gritting his teeth over the shorter and younger Ryne�s face, the intense urge to hit him over whelming.

Stone infuriated
You�re the dumbass driving on the wrong side of the road, way over the speed limit� And your not even British, you got no excuse.

Stone�s clenched fist in his pocket becomes so tight, that his knuckles crack loud enough to grab De Marco Ryne�s attention for a moment.

Ryne Speaks As though he really believes what he�s saying.
I�ll let you know I was on the phone. A very important call, for the record. And the road is uneven! I guess all I can say is� ugh my bad.

Stone narrows his eyes and shakes his head in confusion.

Stone eager to leave
Yeah I�m real sure. Look, how about you just give me the money you stole from me on Wednesday back and we call it quits. My baby ain�t exactly street legal.

Ryne
Well free Willy. We might have a little problem on our hands there. See next Friday I�m getting a brand new $3125 suite delivered to my home. And saving a little cash to give to the families of Draven and Liana, after I whop there ass all over Pennsylvania, they ain�t able to breathe no more in case I feel guilty. Least I can do you know. So why not take ya lil� proposition and go choke� Wise guy.

Stone growls through his teeth at the youngster he takes his hand from his pocket and wipes a small scratch on his face clear of blood.

Stone
Look! You urban freaking hippy. I couldn�t care less about your interior decoration. Damnit house doctor, you better come up with the funding to fix my baby before Mutilation is up, or after I�m done with Kris, or I�m going to take them ray bans and ram them so far up your ass you�ll cough them up next Friday.

Ryne cracks a childish grin.

Ryne
Ahh next Friday� that reminds me. I�m getting a lovely ascot bei� Sandy coloured 3pc suite delivered to my home that day. I�m sure I told you about it Willy, didn�t I?

Stone shakes his head in disbelief, his anger no longer concealed from the camera.

Ryne
You know, the one I bought with your money. I ain�t gonna pay my well earned cash to a foreigner like you who thinks he�s� the bees knees, as you common folk in Buckingham Palace like to say am I. I would rather burn the cash then place it in your stinkin� hands. Oh yeah the first time I seen you captain bucktooth.

Stone runs his tongue over his somewhat perfect teeth and looks a little hurt for a second.

Ryne
You said you make more money in one night than I make in a month, if I recall correctly. Then use some of that money to repair �ya baby�. Because you ain�t getting nothing of me� and you never will.

Stone�s anger turns to a righteous smile.

Stone with an air of righteous confidence
Alright then. How about we take this to the police? I�m sure they would love to hear about you driving on the wrong side of the road. With a camera in the back no less, wouldn�t have to look very far for evidence. What was your excuse? Important phone call? You know they have laws about this shit here. And how far over the speed limit were you?

Ryne pauses for a moment in thought, suddenly he eye brows raise and Stone can almost see the light bulb above his head.

Ryne
Yeah and I have a perfectly legitimate reason why all those actions took place. Firstly the phone call, was from the immigration office, telling me an immigrant was close to my location in a stolen car, reportedly Johnny Dinucci�s Pension fraud mobile.

Stone mouths �what the fuck� to himself silently, listening to the seemingly high �hippy� talk as if every word he uttered was spilling directly out of his anus.

Ryne
I was instructed to turn the camera on to capture video evidence and the driving is the American way of life. Welcome to the real world Wilster. The crash well� I was ordered by the man on the phone to take you down, any means possible. What better than a head on collision right.

Stone
You got quite the imagination their kid. Not too bright though.

Ryne
Well thank you I try�

Stone thinks to himself �I honestly believe that� at the same time thinking to himself about what exactly the ramifications of taking the knife out of his boot and gutting the gormless tit on live national television would be.

Stone
Don�t interrupt me junior! Yeah your story seems watertight� hmmm, how bout we take this to the boss. I doubt the Money thinks your behaviour is fitting of a PPW representative. What do you think?

Ryne
I think them pants are watertight man. What are you anyway, an extract from the village people? Look I don�t care about the small time players like Dinucci and yourself. This is the Barnes era baby, Q-B-money and co. And I would be happy to say, I think Mr Barnes would be enjoyin� the show so far.

Stone is just about to reach down his left leg and into his boot when he catches himself and stops on the spot, he closes his eyes shaking his head subtly, as he opens his eyes he focuses on the camera in front of him, behind De Marco Ryne. His eyes stare deep into the lens as he snarls. He�s just about to open his mouth to speak when his attention is grabbed by the unmistakable whirring of police Sirens gradually getting closer.

His eyes snap up to the edge of the road. The flashing blue lights in the distance cause him to flare his nostrils. He looks toward Ryne, who�s looking away from him to the same point Stone is focused on. He raises he left fist behind Ryne�s head, before taking another look at the oncoming police cars. Thinking better of hitting Ryne he turns on his heels and walks swiftly to his car, his coat clatters against his legs. He swears silently to himself as he climbs back into his Porsche, he stops with one foot in the car.

Stone shouting
This ain�t over kid! Your really becoming a pain in the ass!

He settles himself into the front seat and pulls his seat belt around him, as it clicks into position, he pushes his rear view mirror back into position before peeling off sharply, putting himself back onto the right side of the road and taking a left turn out of sight and away from the wreckage. He rests his head against the tinted side window, thinking for a moment how much simpler life in Brixton really was. He�d have simply stabbed the kid until he was stone dead, stuffed him in the boot and called Dougy to tell him there was an evo up for grabs if he got there before the police, which he inevitably did, because the police rarely venture into his part of town, no-one in their right mind did, come to think about it. He shakes his head to himself.

Suddenly it dawns on him that with the damage to the side of his vehicle the police will spot him from a mile away. He�d best get off the road, he quickly maps the quickest route back to his building in his head, then pulls a sharp U-turn. The car now behind him pulls to an almost complete stop in shock as William Stone pulls away ferociously.

Stone�s driving methods remain the same, his hands remain in constant motion, and his mind remains on the immense power of the internal combustion engine just a few feet in front of him, tearing out power equivalent of a few hundred horses, being somewhat of a control freak this appeals to Stone immensely as he floors the gas pedal of his metallic beast causing the engine to roar viciously. He grins widely.

In just a few short days this very car will pull into the Parking Lot of the Mellon Arena, in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. He will go head to head, mono a mono with Krazy Kristopher, a self proclaimed Spanish Womens Midget Poster Child. The thought of defeat does not enter Stone�s Mine, just how much punishment will he take before he gets the pin on Krazy Kris, just how bad will he have to beat on Barnes� golden child before Quenten realises his petty resistant is futile.

He slips the phone out of his pocket with his right hand, jamming his knee up against the steering wheel to steady the car as his left hand remains on the Gear Stick, a true testament of how not to drive. He moves down through a few friends names before getting to Johnny Dinucci, he hit�s the button to call, then slots his phone into the stand on his Dash Board, activating the Hand Free System.

Stone
Yeah I wont be long boss�� You�re not gonna believe what just happened��

We fade. Once more you find yourself dizzy and disorientated, what just happened, why do you keep finding yourself inside this mans head, by all accounts this is not a place you want to be, and why would you. Again the disturbing thoughts that ran through your mind whilst inside Stone�s thoughts are washed away as you go about your dreary life.

You encounter a polite old man as you enter your local supermarket who asks where he can find the prune juice, you gaze distantly at his stout stomach, wondering for a moment what his small intestines would look like as they spilled out of his stomach from a wound inflicted by a newly purchased and spectacularly blunt butter knife� Before smiling politely and taking his arm, leading him directly to the fresh fruit juice shelf.

You smile as he thanks you profusely and you head to the dairy produce aisle, picking up 2 pints of semi skimmed milk, because television has told you, that half the cream is better than all the cream� However you don�t consider picking up the Skimmed Milk, because no cream would mean no flavour� right?