Chapter 4-6

Learning to tackle boredom is one of the best things we can do, there will always be times in life we will be bored, time where there is really nothing to do, time where we have to wait, whether we like it or not…

I approached the address with some trepidation, I was angry and scared, part of me just wanted to run away there and then, what did he mean? ‘Your ours now’… his voice just kept running around in my head. I knocked on the door and it was opened by a tall skinny man in his mid forties, he ushered me in and closed the door, he led me through to a lounge with a sofa and a TV, he pointed at the sofa, “Wait!” he said abruptly, I sat down and, to my surprise, he left. I sat on the sofa for about ten minutes, scared to move in case this was some kind of test, then I got up the nerve to have a look around. I was in a flat, 2 bedrooms a kitchen and a bathroom and apart from the sofa and the TV it was unfurnished. I found a kettle and some coffee in the kitchen and made myself a drink, wondering back to the sofa I tried the TV, it was dead. Hmmm all I could really do was wait, I laid on the sofa turning the last few months events over and over in my head, I still couldn’t quite see how I had got here, a few years ago I was working for Rolls-Royce, I had a girlfriend, mates, money and a life, now I was stuck here under threat of my very existence. I was tired and as the waiting continued I drifted into a restless sleep.

I woke to the sound of footsteps outside the door, I jumped up and tried to compose myself, it was dark, I had been asleep for 7 hours and now it was late, hearing a key in the lock increased my anxiety, the door flew open with a crash and a small fat man barged in. he was carrying several cases and was sweating, he kicked the door shut behind him. “Good, Good.” He said excitedly, “Your still here.” He dropped all but one of the cases on the floor and sat on the sofa. “Right” he said in a hurried tone, “All hell has broken loose and we need to get you back on the road.” He seemed quite pleasant. I sat beside him and introduced myself, but before I could finish he raised his had “bub bub bub” he said silencing me “I don’t want to know, from now on.” He continued, as he reached into his case, pulling out a raft of documents. “You are Mr A Brown.” I was confused, “Er, I don’t get it.” I said hesitantly. He put all the paperwork on the floor and headed to the kitchen, I followed, still not sure what was going on. “We have had a takeover” he said as he was preparing 2 cups of coffee, “That guy you spoke to this morning and his right had man, have er shall we say gone?” “Gone?” I repeated, “Yeah, Gone.” He said back as he made a chocking sound and drew his thumb across his neck. “We have someone new in charge now and he wants to do things differently.” I leant on the kitchen cupboards, still a little confused. “Who’s in charge now then?” I asked, “Ah, now you will meet him all in good time.” He said, “But for now let’s get you going.”

We sat on the sofa and he handed me a passport with my photo but in the name of Antony Brown, then he gave me documentation to a new bike that was apparently out front. He gave me the keys, “you are to head back to the casino in Edinburgh.” He said, “There you will be given your next job to do.” I took the keys and paperwork and stood up. “What happened to the old guy?” I asked. “Ooo” he said raising his eyebrows, “its questions like that, which will get you into trouble.” He stood up, “If you want my opinion keep you mouth shut and just watch and listen.” I got my leathers and helmet on and headed out front, hmm, I thought a ZZR1100, nice. I mounted the bike and headed back, not knowing what was coming next, I thought I was nearly at the end, it looked liked it was only just beginning…