A battered submarine makes it's way along the river and steers clumsily into an long abandoned dockyard.As the war on drugs has escalated, transporting cocaine from South America to the United States and Europe has become an increasingly complex arms race. While drug mules can still be employed and shipments be hidden in a trail of paperwork or welded into false panels of trucks or in panniers under ships, new methods are still developed. A submarine was the next logical step, though a deadly one for the crew. Two of the six crew are dead, poisoned by the vile atmosphere inside. Most of the trip has been made on the surface, but the last few hundred miles into the Irish Sea have been mostly submerged, with only short trips to the surface to navigate and charge the batteries. By the time it reaches the dock, the air inside is acrid. Acid mixed with the smell of human sweat and death. The pilot surfaces and cranks the hatch open to soft, sweet air, to find the dock full of police officers. He raises his hands.
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Smallbrainfield,
Mon 23 Apr 2012, 14:32,
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Colin is sweating despite the cold. It has all gone so wrong.His brother is dead and he can't help wondering if it's his fault.
He keeps up the pretence of anger around Brenda, but he's tired. It's why he went to the police in the first place. He never wanted to be rich, never wanted a drug baron for a wife and a big mock-Tudor mansion. He keys the number on his mobile phone and goes to hide in the toilet, leaving the phone ringing out in the downstairs toilet.
(He keeps up the pretence of anger around Brenda, but he's tired. It's why he went to the police in the first place. He never wanted to be rich, never wanted a drug baron for a wife and a big mock-Tudor mansion. He keys the number on his mobile phone and goes to hide in the toilet, leaving the phone ringing out in the downstairs toilet.
Smallbrainfield,
Mon 23 Apr 2012, 14:33,
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It's like the sunday omnibus or something!
Wasp Box like a nervous random stranger at a glory hole,
Mon 23 Apr 2012, 14:48,
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Hmm, it's not as much fun sinceJJ started putting Toon Time inside other posts.
( Smallbrainfield,
Mon 23 Apr 2012, 14:56,
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I know, doesn't feel the sameI like it better when I'm writing filth whilst firmly astride my high horse.
( Wasp Box like a nervous random stranger at a glory hole,
Mon 23 Apr 2012, 15:01,
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