CHAPTER EIGHT

It was pissing hard outside. Brendan watched the rain fall from the doorway of the prison kitchen. There was a distinct chill in the air too reminding him that autumn was well and truly here.

Seven months he had been here now. Seven months was still a drop in the ocean of all the years he had left serve. Dave came up behind him with a matching dirty apron on, "hey, chef Saunders is wondering what's taking you so long taking the bins out"

Brendan shrugged and stared at the rain, "I was wondering what you were hiding from me, David...", he looked at him, "... Why didn't you tell me you were getting out"

Dave felt bad, "Next week...I was gonna mention it"

Brendan headed back into the kitchen, "was you...is that AFTER you exited out the gates"

Dave grabbed the tee towel and did some drying up, "that's rich, you didn't tell me you were applying for a transfer to Ireland"

Brendan looked at him. The boy did have a point, "just didn't want to hurt your feelings"

"You haven't mate, it will be better for you to be back home so your family can visit you", told Dave.

After work, Brendan wanted to know if his request for a transfer had any chance of fruition. His key officer Bob Brown got him to sit down in the small office, "so Brady I have some good news for you, the Irish correction board have agreed a transfer to a prison near Dublin"

Brendan was pleased as punch, he stood up grinning like a loom, "Robert I could kiss you"

Bob backed away, "that won't be necessary, Brady"

Brendan wanted to know all the details, "So when do I get there, don't tell me there's gonna be a whole lot of red tape to get through"

"I'm afraid so, the UK system hasn't agreed to let you go yet...we go from there"

Brendan was a little down in the mouth, but he wasn't beaten yet. He decided he would go to the chapel and pester Father Thomas for a bit.

Father Thomas was getting ready to go home when Brendan came knocking. He sat down and listened to what he had to say, after-all, if it weren't for Brady, then nobody would visit this chapel at all.

"Truth be told father, before I had the option of transferring to Ireland, I was thinking of going over the wall...I had it all planned out"

Father Thomas didn't really know how to react to this confession. The trouble with Brendan Brady, you didn't know whether he was being serious, so he just muttered an oh as a reaction.

"Yeah, I was gonna knock YOU out cold, and grab that dog collar of yours and walk right out of here...you know what I am saying?", he tilted his head.

"Well...right...when you say you were thinking about it..."

Brendan chuckled, "The transfer...I'll be back in the Emerald Isle very soon, you just wait and see..."

Father Thomas stood up, "That's good to hear Brady...at least your wife and boys can visit you there"

Brendan nodded, "It will be good to see my boys again, it's been too long"

As Brendan was relishing in the fact of that little reunion, Porker was planning a little reunion of his own. How dare that Irish scumbag put him in hospital and not even the whiff of an apology from him.

"That freak needs putting out of it's misery...he struts round here thinking he runs the joint and I am the one who runs it all...he has the nerve to take over and chuck the mantle aside because he grew bored with it...the men in here NEED a leader they can rely on, and they can rely on me"

Porker had all his cronies in the shower block. Slobby was keeping an eye out for the screws.

"So what's the plan?", asked Nobby.

Porker smiled at them all, "Words going round that he is gonna get a transfer to a prison in Ireland...it sticks in my throat that he's gonna get something he wants"

"But that's great int it? If he gets shunted out of here, you are back in control"

Porker wasn't having that, "Look what he did to me...", he pointed to the state of his bruised and battered face, "...I want him to go out in a box...we are gonna torture and kill the fucker, nobody does this to me and gets away with it...NOBODY!"

When Brendan approached his cell, Dave was waiting for him. Brendan screwed his face up in question, "What's going on?"

Little Jimmy came forward, "There's gonna be trouble...Porker has his sights on you...and I'm not talking about a romantic trip to the park"

Brendan laughed at him, "Porker and romantic? Should that be said in the same sentence?"

Dave shook his head, "Brendan be serious...Porker is NOT happy about being put in hospital...it was only gonna be a matter of time before he was back planning your funeral"

Brendan jumped onto his bunk and shrugged, "that cunt can plan away...if he wants to play with the big boys then he better watch out..."

"But..."

Brendan grabbed Dave's attention, "What's he in for? Attempted murder was the last I heard...I've killed 5 people, another one is not gonna make any difference to me"

Jimmy shuddered, "You'll be okay, but he'll make mince meat out of me"

Brendan came forward and placed his arm around his shoulder protectively, "Awww, you poor dainty little thing, your Uncle Brendan will look after you"

Dave opened the cell door and looked out, "You better be on your guard"

Brendan stood up and came to his side, "Why are you so bothered? You'll getting out of here soon...you'll be having a nice time with that little wee girl of yours, your Lisa"

"I think sometimes you can be too cock sure of yourself, don't under estimate Porker"

Brendan smiled at him and then went and out and stood at the railing to stare down at Porker and his loyal crew playing pool down below, Porker's smirk was only going to fuel the flames.

Dave looked at Jimmy, "if he gets caught fighting with Porker...then any CHANCE of a transfer to Ireland is off the cards, I hope he knows that"

"No...but Porker does, why do you think he is goading him...there's gonna be trouble, I just know it"