Here's the deal everyone, I know that a few people have expressed interest in this story and would like me to continue it at a much faster pace than I have. I have tried to accommodate this by spewing out this chapter but I worry that it is much like my second chapter in that it is very poorly written. It is however, simply a chapter that will provide information necessary to later points in the story. I hope that it is not too bad, and I also hope that I will be able to make longer chapters in the future, however I always seem to be interrupted in my writing and believe that one should not come back to one idea after they have stopped writing it.
The shuffling and muttering came to an abrupt halt as a voice broke out through the crowd.
"Everyone, please be quiet." John was holding a microphone, but that was the least of his accessories. He had a few fake studs in his chin and his nose, black eyeliner and a fake tattoo creeping up his neck from under his shirt. He looked quite ridiculous really, but it was necessary to disguise his identity. "We are going to start by getting as many weapons as possible, then we will simply run at the rumored home of this madman and kill him. Jake, my good friend here," John pointed at Kyle. "Has got himself the blueprints to this home."
Hastings raised an eyebrow.
"Did you find everything OK?"
"Sir? Sir, are you alright?"
James broke out of his trance, "Oh! I'm sorry I was just thinking… Yes I found everything alright thank you."
"Mmhhmm, well that comes to £58.45."
James paid and carried the food back to the motel in a cart. He felt like a homeless man as he traveled across town. When he got to the motel room, he began unloading bags onto the floor.
"How did you get all that?" asked Kerry.
"Don't worry about it."
"James…. How did you get that food?"
James sighed and explained.
"Damn it James! Why must you continue to act like you can do whatever you want without suffering the consequences!"
"Kerry! In case you haven't noticed, we don't have a choice! If we don't get any food how exactly are we supposed to 'change the world' huh? While starving?"
Hastings found this troubling indeed, although he hadn't heard of any rumors about where his boss lived, if was right here in Manchester and even though the crazy gentleman's plan was more ridiculous than even he'd expected, it could be a major inconvenience... He looked at the man and his accomplice… That was when he noticed that he'd seen the accomplice before…
