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heroin.
    ‘ It seems so, my friend,’ laughed Trigg as he cut one of the foil bags then wet his finger as he dabbed it into the heroin. He smiled. Its bitter taste told him that the heroin was of high quality.
    ‘ Now that is good shit,’ Trigg nodded as he approved the merchandise. Trigg knew good shit from bad when it came to heroin.
    ‘ Please though, my friend, just tell me you’re gonna kill this fuck, will you? Why the fuck did you want him alive?’
    Chuckling as he helped his men put Tommy in the back of the jeep which had been brought round, the man in charge shrugged his shoulders. ‘We need him, Trigg. I say before - a soldier boy good for us, we can sell him, we can trade him, he good for our cause, gives us good, er - how do you say? - stature, respect. We also maybe have fun with him, you know, kick and punch him a little, and try out some new torture methods.’
    ‘ But he is gonna die, right? We need him dead, comprende?’
    Samson asked as he looked nervously at Trigg.
    ‘ Yes, but we have to gain some things first. I assure you men he won’t be seeing your lands again. It doesn’t matter if we do a beheading on camera, or a shooting, or maybe he will starve to death. Who knows, but dead he will be, very soon my friends, very, very soon!’ The man in charge looked so happy and excited to have a British soldier as a captive, he felt like he had struck gold.
    The deal was that Trigg and his men took out the men in hut 1. These men weren’t to be trusted, and the deal between the group of militants and Trigg was that Trigg killed them and delivered a British soldier. In return, Trigg got a case full of uncut heroin which he was to get back to England and offer as tribute to X Company.
    Making his way to the back of the jeep, Trigg watched Tommy, who was coming around, slowly opening his eyes. Tommy’s hands and feet were bound with rope and he couldn’t move much. He opened his eyes fully and saw Trigg staring at him.
    ‘ Yeah, wake up faggot,’ screamed Trigg, ‘you see, you see what you made me do? You coulda been part of this Tommy, part a something special. You could have gone back with me, joined X Company, and maybe got your own turf, who knows? But now look at you - a soon to be dead motherfucker.’
    Confused and hurt Tommy looked at Trigg and shook his head. ‘Don’t do this Trigg. I know we have our differences but we were friends, Trigg. They are gonna do God knows what and kill me, you know that? I don’t deserve it, Trigg, come on, tell them to let me go! Come on, I’m going to be a dad, mate, a fucking dad, if not for me, set me loose for Emma and the baby. Come on, Trigg.’ Tommy looked in
    Trigg’s eyes but didn’t see any pity, any hope of him coming round. What Tommy once knew of Trigg was gone, and the cold-hearted greed-driven madman was what was left.
    Looking back at Tommy, Trigg aimed his gun at Tommy’s head. He moved his arm in a circle as he toyed with Tommy’s look of fear and pain.
    He gave Tommy a going away present in the form of a bullet to the shoulder. Tommy screamed in pain.
    The Iraqi men shouted in their own language as the man in charge of the Iraqis did too. ‘He is no good dead. Now we go my friend, now we go.’
    Rushing into the vehicle, all the Iraqis zoomed off into the windy night as Trigg stood with Samson and headed back to base.
    ‘ Well, they got Tommy, and we just got made, eh, Samson. Fair trade don’t you reckon?’
    ‘ Fucking is, Trigg,’ agreed Samson.
    Both Samson and Trigg looked around at the small patch of carnage littered with bodies.
    ‘ Right Samson, we burn this whole place up, Dave and Spade too. We will say they fought bravely blah blah, they will get medals and shit, will do their peoples proud.’
    ‘ And Tommy?’
    ‘ Oh fuck him; he’s an MIA (missing in action) my friend. Gone, toast. Fuck me, just imagine what they’ll do to him, ouch!’
    ‘ Yeah’ sniggered Samson ‘He’s in for it all