We walked quietly, both keeping our heads down a little bit. I wasnt sure what to say to him but strangly it didnt feel awkward. We hadn't been walking long before I heard running footsteps behind us.

We started running.

Matt wasn't very fast and I was wearing high heels so by the time we had got out from under the bridge one of them had managed to grab me. He was stronger than he looked and with me not feeling well he overpowered me easily. Two of them grabbed Matt and held him against the wall.

I could feel my heart pounding in my ears as the one who held me smashed me against the wall forcefully, I only just managed to stop my face from touching it but my camera wasn't so lucky, it was that that made me groan.

"I don't want any trouble." Matt said, his voice was high and he sounded as though he was paniking.

"A fucking yank! What's a yank doing with the GSE?" the man asked, his birmingham accent stood out. Was that their head? The one who was holding me shook me slightly, trying to get me to answer.

"He's not." I said, trying to stop my face from being smushed. I went to kick at the man who was holding me but I couldn't find him with my legs.

"GSE. I dont know anything about the GSE I'm just a tourist." Mat squealed. If he was telling the truth it raised a lot of questions, but it also ment he couldn't be here undercover. I felt myself being tugged and pushed against another wall, this time I could see all four of the men who had hold of us, but I still dont think I could have landed a good hit without loosing my balance.

"Oh well, in that case, how about we leave you with a proper souvinour. Ever heard of a Chelsea Grin?" the man who wasn't holding anyone said, I recognised him but couldn't remember a name. He liked to think he was high up but they gave him the crap jobs. Matt started begging them, trying to fight but they had even got his legs held back. "Do you take American Express?" They pushed him harder up the wall and squeezed the credit card into his mouth, within seconds it was splitting his cheek. The guy holding me stopped watching that and began looking down my top.

"You touch me you're dead." I pretty much growled, he only smirked.

"I bet the major gave out his fair share of Chelsea Grins back in the god ol' days, ey? Back when the GSE weren't so sloppy to leave one of their own behind." He said, laughing as he took a step back.

Suddenly there was Pete, grabbing the guy and headbutting him to the floor.

"We don't leave our mates behind." he shouted, grabbing Matt and pulling him away from the two guys holding him. I used that as an opportunity to push the heel of my shoe right into the man holding me's family jewles. The guys started battering the four blokes until they started running. We ran after them, Ike running to get the van. When we were out of the alley all four of them had gone. Slowly we climbed into the van, which smelt disgusting.

Ike was just changing gear when something hit the window. The guy who had been holding me was stood infront of the van swearing at us. It was dumb of us but when did that stop anyone, we got out of the car and followed the bloke. There right infront of us was every member of the Zoo-Loo's ready for a go.

"This is where you start learning mate." I shouted at the yank, winking at him. The usual chants were shouted and then things were thrown. We might have been outnumbered but we did some damage before Bovv and some other guys got there.

Bovv stopped when he saw me and walked over, the other guys ran after the Birmingham lads so they could get their kicks. I laughed as Bovv stood next to me, annalising every part of me he could.

"Perfect timing." I told him, running my hand through my hair. It was gunky, sweat or blood? My lip was throbbing too, which guy punched me? I'm pretty sure someone had tried to punch me in the boobs too. Cunts. Bovv laughed at my smirk and placed a small peck on my lips before walking towards Pete, this was a mans game and I shouldn't of been here. I gave this shit up when I was younger.

The guys started teasing Matt about how shit his punches were as we bagan walking back to the pub. The van could wait, it was about as fucked as Dave.