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down the motorway, innit ?”

 
    “ Innit !”
chorused the two Kyles in reply.

 
    Taking care to park far
enough away from other cars for an easy exit but not too far as to stand out,
the old Volvo came to a much needed standstill and the two front passengers got
out. Blue Kyle in the back was a few seconds behind them as he had just noticed
a bottle of water on the floor.

 
    “You ' ent gonna drink that, are ya , ya tramp?” enquired Reece. “It's
that old man's!”

 
    “Ye I know. But think about
it: we only got a Score between us. So if we share this water we can buy more
food. And I'm starvin '”

 
    “You're on your own with the
manky water, mate. We might be spending the old man's money, but I ' ent sharing his spit.” red Kyle chipped in as they headed
toward the main entrance.

 
    “Suit yourselves,” said blue
Kyle, taking a huge glug of the seemingly innocent water. The very problem with
taking huge glugs of a liquid is that you've already swallowed a large amount
before your taste buds have decided whether or not they approve of the stuff.
And this was exactly what happened here.

 
      A couple of seconds after he had swallowed,
Kyle stopped dead still in his tracks and looked at the bottle with disdain and
disgust. He then hawked up a considerable amount of phlegm and aimed it behind
him as he threw the innocent looking bottle and its remnants towards the bin
that was just to his left. In his rush through the doors to catch up with the
others, he didn't notice that he had missed the bin completely and the bottle
was lying on the footpath, leaking its contents for anyone to tread in. But
then, he probably wouldn't have cared.

 
 
       

 
           

Wanted- Dead or Alive

 
      The noise of the alarm was deafening!
Fitting, I guess, as it was the direst situation for which it had been
designed. Proffs H and B, who had been rolling around
on the floor moments earlier, holding their hands over their ears, were now
being glared at incredulously by their superior, Dr White.

 
    They had already garbled out
their account of events. Both men chose to omit the argument about controlling
the world, which would expose extremely greedy un-professionalism and the
Danish prostitute incident   choosing
instead to explain the reason for their absence from the Lab and their
incredible failure to secure highly dangerous, life threatening liquids   simply on an urgent and uncontrollable
'bathroom' problem from which they both suffered. One bladder, one bowel.

 
    The appropriate wheels had
immediately spun into action. And whilst CCTV footage was being trawled through
in such a precise manner, it wasn't long before a shout of “Got ' im ” had rang out, followed by a round of applause in the
security offices of the huge rotund building.

 
    Police officers with guns
(yes guns!) and security staff raced to the multi- story staff car park, but
were not surprised to find that there was no sign of the rusty Volvo, and so
raced back to the security offices to hopefully continue the hunt via CCTV
camera images from around the City.

 
    The amount of traffic that
was winding its way around the dusty streets was ridiculous, and the second
“Got ' im ” seemed to take forever.   However, finally it came, and although the
security experts were working on film that had been rewound by at least twenty
minutes, it was a huge comfort to all to know that the net was definitely
closing in.

 
    The very CCTV camera that
first picked up 'our man' was positioned in Cotteridge - a small suburb that
contains three pubs, a smattering of shops, a previously burned- down listed
building, train station, fire station and more rarely, a launderette! It was
when the Volvo had come to a standstill on a red at the traffic lights just
outside Greggs that the CCTV camera (positioned there as it was the dead centre
point of the three pubs) conveyed to its increasingly impatient audience an
image of a