Drop Off

Merrydown wasn’t about to fall for the old ‘He’s behind you!’ trick but Cake, Pie and fat head Gerald all looked behind.

“Fuck there’s two of them!” swore Pie.

“Who are you then?” Merrydown asked of the man they’d followed.

“Me? Nobody important, but I am good friends with both of the Mc Murder brothers.” He glanced up at the new comer; “You took your time Danny, I thought I was in for it!”

Danny Mc Murdo shook his head in the negative. Always the doubter, he mused.

The group of four shifted uneasily, not sure which direction the attack should go.

The second man was dressed almost the same as the old dude they’d followed, but was probably in his late forties…twenty years younger than their expected target.

Merrydown; still the ringleader, stepped towards the younger man. “You Mc Murder then?” he demanded.

“Aye laddie, that’s me” growled Mc Murdo – known to some as ‘Mc Murder’ due to his exploits over the years, first in service as a Rifleman in the army (he still wore his plain ‘Green Jacket’ of the 2nd Light with pride) and his later freelancing as a ‘problem solver’.

“Well, one of them anyway!” came another new voice, this one a deeper baritone.

The group of four now winced with evident concern.

Some big fucker had just appeared next to the first old man.

‘This easy kicking was going tits up very quickly!’ seemed to be the unspoken message.

Cake stared at the latest crasher to the party. He must be a relative of fucking Godzilla….shit – shit - shit!
He blurted out; “Who the fuck are you?”

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