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Traffic 6 – Having a chat

Friday, September 26th, 2008

HTML clipboardThe oxford English Dictionary defines the word team as “…..two or more people working together” which is what we do and having crashed our way into the house is just what we did.

T was fairly typical house, The front door opened into a long hallway with two room downstairs off to the left and the stairs going up on our right.  There was a living room at the front of the property and a dinning room at the back and a kitchen at the end of the hallway.  Not palatial, just normal.

The five man scrum charged into the hallway dragging the hapless Gavin along.  The two front men – Andy and Boris had the guns we had taken from the other flat drawn and ready to use.  With their right arms extended we hurtled through the property like a dose of salts.  There is no time for niceties.  In quick and hard, secure everyone in there so they can’t piss about and then pick the bones out of who is who and what is what.  Opposition or resistance is met with the maximum amount of force to keep the game going our way.  No more, but definitely no less.

The first door was almost immediately on our left and Andy peeled off, gun extended in front of him as an extension of his arm “LIE DOWN LIE DOWN” was his introduction to the three men sitting there.  There were sounds of astonished protest, but the order was shouted out again as He was joined by Benny the boat who dumped Gavin on the floor  of the front room.

At the same time the the second team were heading towards us having come through the kitchen.  As predicted they had had no problem getting in from the back.  Boris charged towards them and into the room at the back just ahead of BF and SB.  The order to lie down was shouted but almost at there same time there was a very loud bang, the unmistakable sound of a gun shot and then more shouted orders and the sounds of breaking furniture and somebody being restrained non too gently.

I was heading up the stairs followed by Obo 2 and Benny, who, having deposited Gavin was needed to secure the upstairs.

I got to the top of the stairs and turned left and moved towards the front and crashed through the door of the front bedroom, which as per the norm turned out to be the biggest bedroom.  It smelt sweaty and shut up with the heavy odour of perfume and people.  It was dimly lit in a sort of red glow from a bedside light with a tatty lamp shade with tassels.  Not exactly Ikea.  There was a flat screen TV with a porn film running.  All I could see were limbs and flesh tones and to be honest this was not the time to settle down with a Chicken tikka a and a couple of cans of Stella.

The bed was directly in front of the door.  It had a grubby looking old fashioned pink/red quilt on it along with a naked bloke of about 60 who was lying on his back with a young naked girl holding his todger. If I was to guess, I would have said that I had just interrupted her giving him a blow job.  They both looked at me.  I thought it was our girl Sam, but could not be entirely sure because of the dim light, her makeup and simply because of how different she looked to the photo her mum and dad had shown me.  Her face was sort of gaunt  and her eyes dark and puffy.  Any way, irrespective of who she was, the agenda here is to secure everyone so nobody is tempted to do anything stupid. I shouted at them “DO NOT MOVE UNLESS I TELL YOU TO”

The girl let out a sort of shriek.  I pointed at her “YOU DORIS, OFF THE BED, ON THE FLOOR, FACE DOWN, NOW!”  She moved like greased lightening half trying to cover her fanny and young bouncing tits,  but she did seem more intent on just trying to get out of the way and do as she was told.  In the circumstances I don’t know why she should cover herself up but that’s humans for you.

“YOU ON YOUR FRONT!” pointing at nudey boy.

“who the fuck…”  He sat up resting on his elbows …Wrong answer.  I reached down and with my right hand grabbed his hair and with my left hand took a hefty grip of his nuts and started to lifted him

“FUCKIN MOVE” I shouted.

The silly fucker just could not do as he was told could he and lashed out.  His fists crunched into the helmet and although it was noisy, I am very pleased to say it did not hurt me as much as it hurt him.  Like most people my strongest arm is my right, but in this case, my left hand was doing a a bloody good job of crushing his nuts so it was this hand that remained in place.  I let go of his hair, his head dropped back before he realised it was going to.  He let out a yelp of pain as he ricked his neck, but he soon forgot that as my open right hand drove forward.  The palm smashed into his face and any further ideas of fighting disappeared along with the rigidity of his nose. There was the familiar crunch of cartilage and gristle as his nose gave way and blood splattered over his chest and the bed.  He stopped trying to fight and drew his hands to his face in a vain attempt to staunch the flow of blood.

There were a few shouts coming from other parts of the house but it sounded as if all was under control.

“HUw bwoke my hanose” he gasped – clearly a sharp cookie with some medical knowledge.

“ROLL OVER” I shouted and this time he did, albeit reluctantly.

“HANDS BEHIND YOUR BACK”  he wanted to, but he just couldn’t leave his nose alone, but he didn’t resist and his wrists and ankles were secured with a couple of cable ties in the blink of an eye.

I turned to where the girl was lying on the floor.

“HANDS BEHIND YOUR BACK”  she did as she was told and lay there naked like a rag doll whilst I secured her hands.

I was kneeling by her head “What’s your name?”

“FUCK OFF AND LEAVE ME ALONE” was her hysterical reply

I picked her up by the hair at the side of her head (do you remember teachers used to be able to do that and fuck me did it hurt.  In fact it still does.) she screamed in pain.

“I do not have time to fuck around girly, I asked you what is your name?”

She was gasping and starting to cry and the yank on her hair had told her that I really did mean business.

“Ssssssssaaaaaaaaaammmmmmeerrrrrrrr” she wailed

I put my hand gently on her head and she flinched expecting more pain.

“Its alright Sam, do as your told and everything will be alright, we’ve come to take you home ”

she was breathing heavily, sniffing and almost sobbing but not quite, but enough so I did not understand what she was saying.

“Sam, where are your clothes?”

Eventually I got it out of her that they were down stairs with Danny.

“Stay here I will be back in minute”  Idiot Norman, as if she was going to go anywhere, stark bollock naked in winter with her hands cable tied behind her back.  Actually, can we say women are stark bollock naked?  Anyway, whatever,  she was naked.  I stood up and pulled the quilt off the bed from under the bleeding punter.  It was cheap, old tacky and greasy, in short it felt vile, but it was the only thing I could see to cover her up and keep her warm.

Obo2 was in the room “All secure Boss, but they need you downstairs pronto”

I told him to stay put there and I would find some clothes for Sam.

“There’s another girl and two punters in the room next door.  She don’t look so good I reckons she is well out of it on drugs, but she was being ‘ad by both blokes when we got in there.”

“Nice I’ll take a look in a mo”

I ran down stairs to the back room where I had hear the gun shot fearing the worse.  In the back room there was a dining table pushed to one side and looked as if it was being used as a desk.  On it were a laptop some papers, two canvas bags or stachels and a pile of bank notes.

Danny was lying face down on the floor and was not looking so hot.  At a guess,  from the angle of his right arm I would say it was dislocated but more likely broken.  He was moaning on about something or other and bleeding from the face and had a cut on the side of his head, but he was still being gobby.

It was BF who spoke “Little fucker tried to shoot Boris with this”  He handed me what looked like a Berretta, but it was lighter than normal which made me think that it was a converted imitation.  Mind you, quite clearly who had ever done the converting, knew what they were doing.

“You alright?” I asked Boris.

“Yeah no harm done, it’s not as bad as it could have been, little shit head”

“Yeah fortunately it missed by the hair of a gnats knacker and went into the door frame” Said SB.

“Right boys apart from that, what do we have here?”

BF  gave a sit rep ” Right Boss, in terms of bodies, there are three punters waiting for fun with the girls and the black lad next door.  It would seem he looks after the money and the door.  Danny here, well he has a cupboard full of pills what looks like a hefty mix of H and blow. Plus….” He turned his back on me and put his hand into one of two canvas satchels and the pile of bank notes that were on the table and turned round holding two hefty wads of wonger “LOADS OF MONEY” in his best Harry Enfield voice.

I went over to where Danny was and knelt down on one knee by his head and lifted his head up so he looked at me.

“Hello Danny ” I said pleasantly

“You’re well in the shit, you are, I’m goin to complain about you” he wheezed

“Oh really, who to exactly” I said all calmly.

“THE IPCCC or whoever does coppers” he half shouted.


“What is?” he wheezed again

“What makes you think we will leave you alive to complain, Danny?”

“You can’t..”

I grabbed his hair  and yanked his head upwards with as much force as I could he yelped, gasped, panted and tried to protest

“DO NOT TELL ME WHAT I CAN AND CANNOT DO YOU LITLLE FUCK PIG” and drove his face into the floor.

I stood up, time was getting on and we really should not hang around longer than necessary.

“Right find out where these guns have come from, then round up all the money you can find and lets go”

I almost forgot the girls clothes.  Initially Danny didn’t want to play ball, but there is nothing like a 110kg bloke standing on your head to make you change your mind and he suddenly remembered where the clothes were.  I left BF and Bob to find out about the guns, and I knew it would not take them long.

I went into the front room.  The black dude looked a bit better than Danny but not much.  His right eye was totally closed and he had a mega split over his right eye and he was bleeding like a stuck pig.

“Reckons he’s a bit of a boxer” Said Andy nodding at the trussed youth and passing me another hand gun.  Apparently a Browning 9mm, but it wasn’t real.

“Not with weak eyes like that he isn’t” I replied.  Our conversation was rudely interrupted by a short muted scream from the room next door.

Andy and I looked at each other and then at the black lad on the floor.

“I tried telling him Boss, but you know what these lads are, knows all the answers”

I knelt down next to this joker.

“Hello son what’s being go on then?”

Had he being standing he would have given a shrug, but he wasn’t standing so he sort of wriggled on the floor.

“Not too chatty?”

He wriggled again.

“Ah well not that I give a fuck”

I stood up “What about you lot”

The three other blokes looked at the carpet and said nothing then one man spoke up.  He was very well spoken and very expensively dressed “Look officer, there has been a terrible misunderstanding.  I understand you chaps have a job to do and I am right behind you, we all are, but I was told there was somebody here who wanted investment advice, I don’t know any more than that.”

“Really?” I said

“Yes indeed” he said more confidently

“Where do you live?”


“Where do you live, its not a hard question, most people know where they live”

“Oh yes quite erm well err Dulwich” he said

“I bet you do, so if we speak to your wife or secretary, they will confirm you had an appointment here?”

“Erm well I erm er don’t know if they could” He stammered

“Nice try, but just quit whilst your behind”

He shut up.

I turned to Andy.  “Search them and cop their names and addresses and then let them go and when they are out of here give hime something to think about”

I went back into the dining room

“Got the rub on the guns Boss” said BF

Danny was whimpering and has pissed himself.  I don’t know what they had done to him, but I do know they are quick, clean and efficient and not their methods are not approved of in Geneva.

“Right on the hurry up now please chaps”

We had been here less than 5 minutes but the clock was ticking and it really was time to sort the girls and get out, after all I would hate for us to overstay our welcome it is most impolite.

Traffic 5 – At last we move on.

Wednesday, September 10th, 2008

HTML clipboardAs soon as we were back in the van it was time to contact the others.   Whilst we had been having our little social interaction with Gavin the others had landed up in Ewart Road Forest Hill which is not too far off the South Circular.   Scouse Git and Obo1 had housed them and were now sitting up on the other side of the road almost directly opposite, whilst the other team were parked up in the car park of a block of flats just down the road awaiting our arrival.

It was decided that the obo team in the small van would stay in situ and keep the front of the property under surveillance and the rest of the team would park  RV at McDonalds.  I know, twice in one night, say what you like, but I am too good to these lads sometimes.

It had started raining and had the feel that it could snow and the evening Traffic was pretty turgid and so it was about 8.30pm when we eventually we got to our appointed RVP.

It was nippy and when I walked into the warmth of that fine eatery the temperature difference really made my cheek hurt from where Gavin had stuck one on me.  The place was damp and sweaty and the clientele charming.  De boyz in de hood strutted their stuff and tried to impress their hos.  There was a lot of testosterone and pheromones around.  One tosser barged into Boris and sucked his teeth and said in a yankee rapper accent “Hey man whad da f….” but stopped in his tracks.  Boris looked at him.  He looked at Boris.  I looked at him and looked at me and then Boris.  Andy looked at him and he looked at Andy me and Boris.

Our lads were there already and they looked at him.  He  ust have felt the looks becasue he turned and looked at them before looking at us thee again.

“Err sorry mate no offence intended” he said perfectly normally and nicely

“None taken son” smiled Boris “You want to be careful”

The gangsta looked alarmed “Why’s that?”

“Its freezing out and well slippery” Reply Boris “Dont want to slip and drop your quarter pounder and get your gear all wet”

“GEAR” the youth squawked

“He meant your clothes” I clarified and he visibly relaxed and smiled

“Oh yeah thanks mate”

“No problem” Said Boris “Take it easy”

“You too gents” and he was gone like a whippet out of a trap.

“What was wrong with him?” asked Boris all innocently.

“Hey up Norm been trying out some of your famous chat up lines have you” Chortled Skinny Bob as he saw the swelling on my cheek

“Very Funny indeed” I smirked, which I shouldn’t have done that because it hurt more.

“Silly cunt twatted the Boss” reported Boris

“A bit careless Norm, I hope you suitably chastised him” retorted SB

He was right it was careless and in different circumstance that sought of slack arsed approach can have serious consequences.  I reflected on this and decided that a swollen cheek was a lucky let off and made a mental note to be more attentive.

“Yeah, sorry Bob I’ll try to buck up” I said in a contrite way.

“No offence Norm” he said quickly

“None taken, now then what’s the SP”

It was BF that spoke “In a nut shell Norm, the two lads went straight to the address with the two girls, Sam and the other one.  After about ten minutes another youth left with another doris aged about 17 and they walked off.  Since then there has  been a stead stream of people turning up at the address, mostly blokes but there were two dog rough looking birds who turned up carrying carrier bags.  They went in for about five minutes and then left without the bags.  Then it got busier and it seems that there are usually three other blokes in addition to our two lads in the house at any one time.

“Is it a flat or a house?” asked Andy

“House, definitely, because we saw one of the girls look out the top windows” said BF. “Plus we have had a little looksy and there is entry phone with a camera and only one button.  The punters ring the bell and are buzzed in”

“What do you reckon then?” asked Boris “Drugs or what?”

“I reckon it is a bit of an all round knocking shop” said BF ” There’s a right mixed bag of punters, mostly men, but as I said there there were two birds who turned up.”

“What about the back of the premises” I asked

“There are gardens at the back of the house and you can get to them via a service road to the garages from the block of flats where we are parked up just down the road.  We did a quick shufty and the fece wont be  aproblem and from there its up the garden to the back door.”

What about security lights?” I asked

“Not  a problem, the neighbours have a poxy dog which lives in the garden and runs up and down barking and no light comes on.  Its pretty dark and when we went down there we could see one of the lads sitting in the downstairs room at the back watching a telly.  He paid no attention to the fucking dog.  I’d kill it within two minutes if I lived there.”

“What a shocker” said Benny the Boat “And here’s me having you and Bob down as animal lovers”  His quip was greeted with good natured laughter bearing in mind these two had killed more  dogs – barking or otherwise than you could shake a stick at.

“Any way” Continued BF “Bob and I can get to the back door with no trouble and I reckon we should be able to get in from the back without too much hassle.  Our concern is that they are buzzing in their visitors to the front door.  Now we could try and blag it, but we cannot be sure they wont twig were not friendly and that could give us enough of a delay or them to be on their guard and give us problems.  Plan two is that we do the doors with one of the enforcers, but that would be noisy and really we want to be in and out as quickly as poss with the minimum of fuss and disturbance.”

There was a lot of group nodding here.

“So option three” continued BF ” is that we use Gavin at the front door as they will probably let him in without thinking twice, as soon as the door is open we neutralise him and secure everyone in the premises and find out what we have.  If they fuck about we banjo the doors with the enforcers and just crash the place anyway.”

“its a bit of risk” pointed out Dave H

“It is” agreed BF “But I reckon its the best option, if he fucks about we just do him and I reckon from what little I know of your earlier encounter he might just have twigged that we are not in any mood for fucking about”

“I hope so” I said “But you know how thick people can be”

There was a sad murmur of agreement.

“Right then this is where we give you the additional bad news” I said and proceed to tell them about the “hand tools” we had “Picked up”.

They all listened and nodded.

“Now then as we all know our objective here is to get in and remove the girl Sam and to return here to her parents with as little attention to us as possible.  Whatever happens Sam is leaving with us.  If they other girl is in similar position and wants to leave we will remove her, but I think we all know that we have a bit of an unknown here. First things first Should it go tits up make your way to your designated contact point and await instructions.  Should we take casualties get them to Scouse git and Obo 1 and they will medivac.  Should the other side take serious casualties then its  cal an ambulance from one of their phones on the way out and say there has been a gang fight and we fuck off pdq.  Vehicles are dumped at the designated drop change over point and “tidied” as per usual.”

“What about the hand tools” asked Boris” Is it worth using them?”

A good question indeed.  The short answer would have normally been yes, but the only problem was we didn’t know what state these weapons were in.  Although they looked real and looked capable of firing we had only given them a fairly cursory glance.  If I am honest my concern was that they had felt light as if they were converted imitation weapons.  These can be converted to fire live rounds, but can go pop in your hand depending on the quality of the product.  I suppose really I should say “No Boris, violence breed violence and this is a bad example to the youf on de stweets just like the one we bumped into a minute or so ago”, but to be honest I really don’t give flying fuck about de youf on de stweet or whether one ner do well goes killing another.  However, we had a very real problem to face, in that these jokers had these and other weapons at their flat and so it was more than a racing certainty that they would have more, especially if they were up to a touch on naughtiness.  In other words  it was reasonable to assume that they would take appropriate measures to look after themselves.  In that case so should we.

“Bring the tools, but for fuck sake be careful. Any volunteers?” Boris and Andy G nodded “OK You sure?” The nodded again ” Right then, I agree with BF the plan is this we bring Gavin up to the entry phone with one gun in his back you two are first men in.  When we are inside ditch Gavin where he cant do any harm.  Right, Two teams as before.  Team 1 will assault the front in a standard five man formation.  This will be Boris and Andy G with gorgeous Gavin in the middle.  I will be the man in the middle and will operate the enforcer should we not get in on the entry phone. Obo2 and Benny the Boat will be the back men.  Team 2 will be BF, Skinny Bob and Dave H who will take the back of the premises you know the drill.” The three men nodded “Now, Obo 2 will be responsible for going straight to the rear of the premises and for ensuring that the back door is opened in the event of any problems there. So far so good?”

It was

“Right, we know there are at least two bad boys and maybe two or three other blokes will be inside plus at least two girls.  We don’t know which way they swing at the moment so treat them as hostile until we know otherwise.  Now then Gavin thought we were old Bill so there is a good chance that these other jokers might make the same mistake lets not put them right too early if at all.  As arranged we will all have flameproof overalls and we will all wear ski masks plus we have 5 police NATO helmets (police riot helmets with a plastic visor) to help the illusion along a bit. Any questions”

There weren’t because we had done this so many times before.  It sounds sort of fluid because it is.  In short you know the drill, you secure the premises and neutralise any risk against you using whatever force is necessary and then you can pick the bones out of what you’ve got and take the person you are looking for and fuck off out of it before the neighbours ring the real police or any cavalry turn up.

I looked out of the window and the sleety rain was more snowy now.

“Right then back to the vans get kitted up and when we are ready the backdoor team can move into position”

We stood up and left the warmth and went into the cold wet night.  Traffic was lighter and but there still seemed to be quite a few people around nonetheless.

About ten or 15 minute later and we were kitted up and had had the nod that T2 were ready to move into position.  We were now ready to deploy and as soon as we got the call saying that T2 were in position we would move in very quickly.  A silence descended on to the occupants of the van which was disturbed by the nervous shaking of Gavin and his wheezy breathing.

“All units from T2 we have cleared the boundary”

That was our signal to leave the van and move as a squad towards the house.  The van doors opened and Boris and Andy were out along with the lump of lard formerly known as Gavin between them.  They went into a crouch on the road between the van and the car parked behind us. I was out and down behind them immediatly as was Andy and Obo2 who were behind me.  We resembled a rugby scrum kneeling between two parked vehicles.

“Units from T2 moving into position”

That was the signal for us to move as one towards the house.  Boris and Andy having a vice like grip on the reluctant Gavin started to move with me and the others right up close.  Across the paveemtn to right in front of the door.

“Units from T1 in position” I whispered transmission

“T2 ready” They whispered back

“Obo1 ready”

“All units standby”

“Right” Boris hissed to Gavin from in side his riot helmet “Ring the buzzer and don’t fuck about or I will kill you before you can say dead. have you got that”

“Yes” he croaked and nodded.

“Good boy”

Gavin stood up and inched to the door

“All units standby G is at the door” I whispered into the radio.

Gavin pressed the door bell and it buzzed and a light by the little entry cmera lit up

“Hullo” said a crackly voice which sounded deafening to me

“Hullo err its Gavin” he said stupidly

“Gavin?  Wot the fuck you want?”

“Ah need to talk like”

“whar abart?”

“I need to talk to you about summet”

“Fuckin ‘ell Gavin awight cum in, but yuoll ‘ave to be kwik like”

The door buzzed and Gavin instinctively put his right hand up and pushed

“ALL UNITS GO GO GO” I shouted into the radio.

The crouched scrum sprung up and forward and the combined weight of about 560kg hit Gavin in the back and sent him smashing through the front door and down on to his face like a sack of spuds in the hallway.  As Benny stepped over him he grabbed him by the hair and dragged him into the house.

We were in.