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| To make any kind of sense of it i'd have to go back 3 days, back to when the pain started. I was still in the force back then, Tesco's working as a trolley boy. Life was good. A beautiful wife and an adorable council house, children playing in the rubbish dump, the smell of the near-by sewage works almost unnoticeable. It was a dream come true. But dreams have a nasty habbit of going bad when you're not looking... |
| 2 days later, we had a break in the bombing case. Marco Rowle, a member of the MalWebbio crime family, was blowing stuff up for no reason. I went undercover, Infiltrated the worst Mafia family in Snodland. |
| CURRENT DAY |
| The station was drenched in gloom. I'd have to find Adam and fast; there were hundreds of chavs hanging about. Who'd know when i'd be attacked or have my plaid stolen? Not to mention my gold cuff links and watch... |
| He was dead. I could tell by the fact that blood was gushing from a big hole in the side of his head. I went after Rowle. He ran his racket of sex, drugs and contract killings from his Alldays shop. It was a sad old thing, with broken windows and tired-eyed chavs, loitering outside asking passers by to buy them fags.I went in, playing it bogart like i'd done a 100 times before. |
| (The speech is coming from the phone by the way) |
| Then, on that fateful day, a bomb exploded in Tesco's. They had to close the store down, I lost my job, couldn't pay for the house and my wife became a toilet cleaner. NOOOOOOOO!! |
| Adam and Beejy were the only friends I had in the local police force. They were the only friends I had fullstop. |