Decoding
"ne….or…to…mad…d…ouse" Sam repeated to the room at large for the umpteenth time. "ne…or…to…mad…d…ouse"
"Next…door to" Grace said allowed. Jack turned and filled in the gaps. "Guv, does it mean next door to mad house"
Jack seemed to consider this for a second, "but, where"
Back to our Hostage in the Country
"Hunter, up" Phil looked at Zain as he chucked Monicas body into the back of van "we're moving-the police are on the prowl"
"where are we going"
"London, you prat"
"Londons a big place" Zain swung his gun menacingly.
"Look where you are" Phil looked down at his blood stained hands and his ripped shirt "and look where I am" he stared at Zain in his freshly pressed Armani suit holding a gun-a true stereotypical gangster.
"where abouts in London"
"You were always my sergeant-perhaps we should start playing rank"
"what your going to start calling me serge?" Phil added with a hint of sarcasm.
"no, your going to call me sir"
"or what" surprised at how low Zain would sink.
"Sammie babes get it" he said shooting a whole through the picture of Sams head.
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