Chapter 10

I got home around six-ish. The girls were happy to see me, there were hugs and kisses all around. I backed the car into the garage and hid the sniper rifle. Then after a shave and shower, I took the girls out to a Chinese Buffet restaurant. We ate good food and drank bottles of Singha beer.

We talked about the new house. Then the girls said they were going to sign on at a job agency, to be fair they were not afraid of hard work. They looked after the house and they were both great cooks, I wondered how long this three-way relationship would last and to be honest my last thought on the matter was that I should just make hay whilst the sun was shining.

That night Asmaan took me to bed and rode me all night long. Thank God that both of the girls had a healthy sexual appetite.

The following morning, I took a shower and was soon joined by Damsa. She gave me a nice blow job as the water cascaded over us. Then I took her to the bedroom, and she got on her hands and knees and wiggled her arse at me. I did not need a written invitation.

After a nice long session, I took another shower. We had tea and toast for breakfast. I took a grand out of the sports bag and split it evenly between the girls.

They kissed me and headed off to sign on at the agency and to do some shopping.

I got down to some investigation. I used a mix of Google Maps, Street View, and Google Earth to plan my next mission. I was sure that Crumble would have CCTV all around his HQ and no doubt he had lads walking the streets as well.

I knew the spot I would use to take the shot and I soon had my route planned out. I made a coffee and then I went on YouTube and did some more investigations. I made notes and tried to absorb as much info as possible.

As I watched the videos, I made a list of the things I would need. I then drove over to a retail shop with a pocket full of cash and a list. The first shop I went to was called Going Outside.

It sold outdoor clothing, camping gear and fishing tackle. I soon had all I needed. A pike rod and reel, a landing net, a bag for all the bits and bobs plus all the bits and bobs.

Then the golden ticket item, I bought a bag that would hold three rods.

One of the lads in the shop helped me out and I was sure he was on commission. Every time he sold me one thing, he sold me another two or three that according to him were needed to make the first item work.

I left the shop two hundred pounds lighter, but it would be worth it, and I was not short of cash. I dropped the stuff into the boot of the car before I headed into a pound store and bought an old-school tartan flask.

I got back to the house and made sure the girls were not around. Then I unpacked all the gear and loaded my bits and bobs into the bag. I set up the rod and slipped it into one of the pockets of the rod bag, then I split the sniper rifle into its two halves, and it also slipped into the rod bag.

The girls came back to find me watching fishing videos on YouTube. We decided to go out to eat. The fridge was coming the following day and that would mean we could eat at home.

I drove us out to a country pub that I knew did good food. We sat in the pub garden; I got us all drinks. We decided what we all fancied off the menu and the girls went to order. The garden was nice, there was a river on one side and a nature reserve on the other.

I rang Crumble on my burner phone.

“Mate we have a problem, I think the Manchester lads are on my tail!” I said.

“Shit, what makes you think that?” he asked.

“Cars following me, the same faces around shops when I have been out!” I said.

“Where do you want to meet?” he asked.

“You HQ tomorrow morning mate,” I told him.

“Tomorrow is Sunday, I have plans!” he replied.

“Mate, I need to see you we need to get this sorted,” I said.

“Okay tomorrow morning, ten o’clock at my place!” he said and hung up.

I walked over to the river and making sure no one was watching I knelt down and dropped the phone into the water.

By the time the girls returned from ordering the food I was back at our table and sipping on my beer.

We ate and chatted; the girls were excited as they had both been told at the agency that there were plenty of jobs on offer in the town.

The food was good, we had another round of drinks and then I drove us home.

The girls were watched some reality TV, they were hooked on reality TV, and I watched more fishing videos.

The next morning, I woke up before dawn, I made up a flask of coffee and loaded all my kit into the car. The drive into the city was an easy one. Sunday mornings are always quiet ... I parked up five miles from Crumbles HQ and walked down to the canal’s towpath. Along the way, I passed dog walkers, fishermen and joggers. I had an old-school flat cap on and looked like every other fisherman on the bank.

I got to the path that led me off the canal bank and up toward the factory that Curly and I had escaped through just days ago, I dropped my kit outside the door and made a show of looking up and down the street. There was no one around. There was no sign that they had boosted their security since we had broken in.

I picked the lock, one pf the many skills the SAS had taught me. and opened the door, slipping inside. I locked the door behind me and let my eyes adjust to the darkness. The same smell of machine oil filled my nose. The same rustling of rats and mice filled my ears.