AN: Seriously if there were any essential to a good, balanced and delicious dinner, it has to be the potato. It can be any way you want it done but by the old potato gods it is delicious.
BROMBOS: I just hope when it comes round that I make it as interesting and enjoyable to read.
Jasmin P. Rose: Hopefully this one is just as good
robwar80: And there is a very good reason for that my friend, which will be explained but later on.
Chapter 14 – It starts with a whisper…..or you know, a bang?
"And now, a special news report coming in from our on the scene reporter, Diana Waters, Diana?"
"Thank you Cathy, for the past year, gang violence has been steadily on the decrease, but for the past month or so, recent gang activity has increased significantly, just not in the way you'd think. As you know, there are several recognised gangs by the police that operate within the city limits, but during the past month, known activity from these gangs has decreased as a new gang has arrived on scene."
The television kept playing in the background as he quickly grabbed his jacket and placed his necklace around his head.
David looked in the mirror at himself with a small smile as hearing the small bits from the television brought about memories from the group he had joined back early last year.
'Sure they seem a bit weird but isn't any group of friends? They also seem more legit than the normal groups that the city offer.'
David exited his room and ran downstairs to greet his parents and grab a quick bite of lunch before he went out.
"Good morning sweetheart, I've got some dinner in the oven going so wherever you're going, be back before sundown okay?" David's mother said with a smile as she gave her son a hug.
"Come on mum, I'm only going out for a couple of hours with friends, we're just going to hang about and probably play video games, and don't worry, I have my meds so I can take them at the prescribed time," David gave his mother a kiss goodbye and shouted goodbye to his father as he left the house and jogged down the street.
A few houses down, he met up with one of his friends and smiled at them as they joined him.
As they turned a corner, the two of them met up with several more friends and greeted them with friendly smiles and handshakes all between them.
"You got the supplies?"
"Have I got the supplies he asks, of course, I have the supplies, I'm not that forgetful like Jeremy is," the teenager called Jeremy shouted in mock annoyance as the group laughed at the insult.
"Alright calm down you lot, let's give poor old Jeremy here a bit to go over his bit of the plan alright? God knows he needs it," the group laughed harder at poor Jeremy's face turning slightly red in embarrassment at the ribbing he was getting from his friends.
"Oh har-har, laugh it up shithead, you have the most important job of all if you cannot recall."
Jeremy's statement sobered them all up instantly as they looked towards David who had his hand in his pocket, clenched tightly around his medication he thought about his role.
The group stood silently on the sidewalk in thought for what seemed like an eternity to each of the teenagers, until one of them, Rebecca, shook them all out of their thoughts with a bright smile.
"Alright you lot, the time for deep thought is over and it is time to actually begin our project."
The group of teenagers then turned and crossed the road, walking towards the shopping centre with resolute looks on their faces, each and every one of them dead set on doing what their tasks were.
As David readjusted the backpack his friend gave him, thoughts of his mother spread into his mindset and he smiled a sad smile.
'I'm not sorry for doing this mum, what I am sorry for is the fallout for you.'
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"It's a scenario that we all fear; a simple night in with the family when a stranger rings the doorbell. Just behind me, in the Williamson residence, is where this horrific tale began, with the murder of all five family members.
When neighbours in the area became concerned that the children were not out in the front yard playing, calls to the house were met with failures and thus police action became involved. What they found was a grisly sight to any serving police member; the two parents and their three young children brutally murdered, but the killer didn't stop there, the murderer, after killing them, removed their tongues."
"Would ya turn tha' shite off?!"
Brian turned Conall and threw the can of stout that he was drinking from at him with a glare.
"Oh I'm sorry that I like a wee bit news every now and again, because you know, we do have pass the time to wait for this contact that we're supposed to meet."
Conall glared right back at Brian but turned away as he grumbled in acceptance and slinked back to the pool table in a backroom of the bar that they and their friends were gathered in.
Brian turned back towards the television above the bar and watched on with a grimace and sad shake of his head, 'Those poor children, sick fucks'.
Several hours had passed since the news story broke and for the seventh time, Brian glanced at the clock above the bar.
"Who are you waiting for Brian? I've known you since you were a lad and you've only been this worked up when you and the lads would go about doing your work. Now tell me, who's this contact of yours?"
Brian looked to the man he called uncle and thought about it in his mind for a few moments before he chose to tell him.
"Well a couple o' weeks I get this letter, it said some shite about knowing what me and the lads do and if they could employ us for a job. So apparently we have to wait for this supposed contact, don't know what they look like."
Finnegan (Fin as he made his friends call him) raised his eyebrow at his pseudo nephew as he listened to him talk about the content of his letter.
As Brian finished his tale and waited for Finnegan to reply, he looked up and saw that the man he thought who could not be fazed by anything, suddenly turn a white pale, with eyes staring a darkened corner.
"Brian, now you know that I wouldn't dare try to interfere with your business or try to dissuade you, so I'm gonna ask you straight up, do you want some advice from this old soldier?"
Brian nodded his head as he stared intently as Fin, "Well lad, if you want my advice, that shadowed corner over there? If you ask me, that's your contact right there lad." With that, Fin turned away and moved to a different part of the bar to serve a new customer.
As he watched his pseudo uncle turn away from him, Brian looked over to the corner and to his astonishment, there was someone sitting there, unfortunately, covered in shadows so he couldn't tell who.
As he slowly got off his seat, Brian faltered in his step as he took in the sudden movement of a head snapping up and looking straight at him, as if they knew that he was making his way over to them.
Brian's trepidation continued to grow with each step he made towards the person, but as he did, he noticed that displayed, quite obviously in his opinion, sat a small blue medallion, resting on the chest of the person.
Brian sat down in the chair opposite the mystery person and waited for them to speak, not trusting his own voice at the moment lest his nervousness show.
"A member of the IRA showing nervousness in front of a complete stranger? How becoming of you."
Brian was startled out of his waiting by the soft tone of voice coming from in front of him.
"Well when you're told to meet with someone and then said person is all shadowy with an uneasy feeling about them, maybe we can agree on something, but until then what do you want?" Brian's demand gained a small smirk from the contact.
"Oh I've felt the exact same feelings you do, until I accepted into my new group of friends, but that is neither here nor there. What I want is to know if you still want what the IRA want? Do you still want change?"
Brian hesitantly nodded his head as the uneasy feelings he was getting form this person began to increase until it all came to a point when the person, he noticed that the person was a female, delicately put something on the table.
"Then please, accept this gift."
His hesitancy showed even more as continued to stare at the female in front of him, his own pair of green eyes staring into ice blue eyes.
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"Really? We're meeting up at this place?"
Rebecca looked at her friend with a small glare and she turned towards her best friend for the past several years.
"Look it's not my fault if Jason wants to meet a nightclub, he said he's friends with the owner of this joint, it's convenient for him as he lives only a few hundred metres away plus I have a kind of key pass to let us in easy."
Christine only shook her head at her friend's words and they continued to walk up to the nightclub and as they stopped in front of the bounces of the club, Rebecca handed flashed something small at the bouncer and with a grin, much to the annoyance of the line of people waiting, was let into the club.
"See? Told you that the pass would work."
As the two girls walked into the club, their ears were assaulted by loud, thumping music as a large number of dancers, most were scantily clad, danced their hearts out on the dancefloor, without a single care for their modesty.
"Bec, Chrissy! Come on up." Jason's voice was just able to reach them as they took a glance up and saw that their friend was waving at them to come up stairs with a grin.
As the two girls began to make their way up, to the great surprise, the second floor was a floor that held many hidden rooms, each one covered with curtains to keep their privacy and they could only guess as to what was going on behind each of the closed doors.
"Hello ladies, welcome to this lovely nightclub that my friend has graciously given me access to and any guests of mine, how are we all?" Jason's voice broke them out of the thoughts as they looked towards him and noticed that he was wearing clothes that looked to be made of silk or some other shiny material.
"We've been good Jas, but really? A nightclub? And the name?" Rebecca deadpanned at her friend as the three of them shared a small laugh between them at the strangeness of their location.
Jason led them around several rooms with shut doors where moans could be heard from within until they came to, what the girls surmised as, the main office of the club.
As the three of them entered the room, the girls took in the splendour and excess of everything in it, from the designer seating, to the lush carpet, even the desk seemed to be made of very high quality wood.
"Please, please, grab a seat you two, I would not want to be called a bad friend, even though we are in a nightclub, drink?" Jason cocked his head in mock thought and let out a snort.
At the offer, the two girls looked over at the selection and with bulging eyes, took in what was on offer to them; every type of drink that you could of, both alcoholic and non, was kept in an ice cooler, just waiting to be drunk.
The two girls took their drinks from their friend as the atmosphere around the trio settled into a comfortable silence.
"So why did you ask us to come here, Jason? I mean this is a nightclub of all places, why not just meet us at one of our places?" Rebecca asked after taking a drink.
"Ah yes, we now come to my nefarious and evil plan for you two. But seriously, I just wanted us to have a good time, like friends do? Plus this nightclub is awesome, have you seen some of the stuff that goes on in here?" Jason's eyebrows wiggled as the two girls knew what he was talking about.
Christine couldn't but help let out a snorted at his words. "Well you certainly have your priorities right don't you Jason? Well as long as we're here Bec then we might as well have a good time, I mean we wouldn't want to call Jas here a bad host now would we?"
Rebecca could only laugh at her words and the three of them finished their drinks and began to make their way out of the office and to the club downstairs.
"See? I knew you'd enjoy this get-together. After all, it has to be a good time coming from a club called The Cult of Pleasure."
I couldn't think of a good outro to this chapter. Darn Gagnamitt!
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