Vendetta - Part 2

Two days ago, Fireman Sam spent an hour and a half gittin the blaze under control. The great fire ae Portabelly some are awready fuckin cawin it. Ma parents hud tae pitch their tents at oors, likes. And tae ma relief, they’re handlin the hale sorry mess better than expected. Cannae lie, though. It seems ah’ve pit their newly developed sense ae optimism in a rather dire situation. Aw doon tae me revealin tae thum the fire inspector’s opinion. Accordin tae this pencil pusher the hing originated fae a deep fryer left oan. Says it wis filled tae the brim wae cookin oil. Aw ae this despite ma parent’s personal guarantees that they check and double check aw their appliances are cloacked oaff the minute the doors are loacked. No that they pushed the matter any further since the insurance company cannae envision any hiccups in their claim. Me, oan the other hand? ah’m still a firm believer that there’s nae smoke withoot fire. Nae question this ‘accident’ hus a great big fuckin swastika attached tae it. Since Jen and Bruce are walkin oan water gittin tae spend some face time wae their grandparent’s ah encouraged ma folks tae stey oan fur a bit longer. No that ah needed tae twist their airms, likes. No since ma two youngsters are very much the apple ae their eyes. This will gie me enough space tae conclude ma ain personal investigation intae this matter. Which is why ah’m plonked yit again behind ma desk at The Marksman. The caw came in earlier tae say ma boays roonded up yin ae the extras fae Romper Stomper. Which is why ah’m waitin oan Ryan tae report back the findings ae their interrogation. Cunt should be along shoartly tae confirm whether or no ah should be reachin fur ma huntin rifle.

Punctually, he comes driftin intae the office, closin the door behind him. He then heids ma wey, stickin his hand oot. Ah dually pop up fae ma chair and shake it.

‘’Gaffer, how’s yur folks huddin up?’’ he quizes me.

‘’As well as kin be expected, mate’’ ah tell him ‘’Take a seat’’

Yince, he takes his jaicket oaff and drapes it acroass the back ae the seat. He slumps doon and we git straight tae the business at hand.

‘’So’’ ah say, takin a sip ae ma single malt. ‘’What did that fuckin vermin huv tae say aboot ma folks? Are we heidin fur a war, or no?’’

He looks almost nervous. Anxiously rubbin his paws tagether, ‘’It’s no gid, Aldo’’ he mutters. Aw tense n that. ‘’Yur right, eh? These fuckin nazi’s are behind the attacks oan yur parent’s place. It wis a scare tactic tae pit the frighters oan them tae sell up’’

‘’Cunts!’’ ah scream, bangin ma fist hard oan the widden desk. ‘’Ah fuckin knew it. What else did yae find oot aboot this firm?’’

He rummages aboot the inside ae his coat and retrieves a notepad and starts tae gee me the rundoon, ‘’Fae the intel ah’ve gaithered. This UK Nationalist Alliance is heided up by some coked up fanatic cawed Adam Williams. Cunts fae Luton. Yuv probably seen the lowlife puffin his chist oot the boax. Anywey, accordin tae oor friend fae the other night he’s decided tae open up shoap here tae. In fact, the cunt’s up here right noo tae personally oversee the recruitment drive. We goat aw the names ae the scumbags involved in targetin the restaurant. What dae yae wants us tae dae aboot the yins he gave up?’’

‘’Ah want yae tae send thum a bill fur aw the damage they caused. What the fuck dae yae hink ah want done, eh? They’ve goat tae disappear but quietly withoot settin oaff any alarm bells. Um ah clear?

‘’Considered it done’’ he instantly fires back. He then leans forward and almost at whisper, utters ‘’Eh, what aboot this Williams prick? He’s goat thoosands ae followers doon south. Gittin tae him might gee too much exposure’’

Ah git tae ma feet withoot speakin a word and make ma wey acroass tae the drinks cabinet setup in the corner.

‘’Drink?’’ ah ask him, huddin ma tumbler in the air.

He passes up ma offer yince he glimpses at his watch, ‘’Nah, Ah’m gid. Thanks, anywey, though’’

Ah pour masel a refill and take a swig fae this single malt. When ah retake ma seat ah decide this is the proper opportunity tae lay oot ma plan fur the SS hierarchy.

Ah lean back in ma imposin chair. Takin a deep breath before ah git this show oan the road.

‘’Thankfully’’ ah say ‘’The authorities are nane the wiser aboot any ae this. Ma mum apparently never reported the graffiti. Plus, ah’ve goat written confirmation that the fire inspector is a useless bastard. Which gies us a clear run at this mob. So, tell me, eh? apart fae this Williams, who’s their shot callers?’’

Ryan ponders ma question fur a moment. Then rapidly confers wae his notepad again until he leans forward wae his elbows restin oan the polished wid.

‘’Fae what ah’ve gaithered there’s two other toap boays. Baith ae thum are behind the wah dain a stretch. This mutt cawed Eddy Harris is in Belmarsh fur runnin racist websites. Encouragin these brainless bastards tae hit the streets. This other yin, Paul McNeil, he’s dain his bit in Brixton fur terror offences. That might pit thum oot oor reach?’’

A long pause ensues when ah pinch ma gless and quickly finish oaff this liquid gold. Ah blaze him wae an aw kennin smile.

‘’It’s fuckin perfect, mate’’ ah happily announce. ‘’The last hing ah want is tae turn these fuds intae martyrs. Oor fingerprints cannae be anywhere near this. Pit a caw intae the Di Marco brothers in London. They wear the crown doon there. Tell thum ah’m cawin in ma marker, they’ll ken what yae mean. Explain the situation and make it clear ah want these pair ae wankers dealt wae ASAP. It cannae look like what it is, though. Ah mean, cunts hang thumselves every day in the jail, eh?

Ryan copies and pastes the image ae someboady who’s jist discovered the wheel. Noddin along in agreement, proud as punch. ‘’Smart, very smart Aldo’’ he says ‘’What aboot Williams, though? Surely, he’ll run back doon south. The very sec his guys up here start appearin oan missin person posters?

‘’Ah’m bankin oan it, mate’’ ah gladly cheese. ‘’That’s why yae tell the brother’s tae keep their powder dry efter they finished phase yin. Williams is the yin who started this cycle ae mayhem. So, he needs tae faw. This prick might suspect he’s gittin targeted. He’ll ken but he willnae ken if yae git ma drift? Ah reckon him gittin popped oan his ain patch is maire understandable, eh? A white man pulls the trigger they’ll probably jist pit it doon tae an internal beef’’

He pulls himself up and flings his coat back oan. Aw the while declarin, ‘’Ah’ll make the caw right awey, Aldo’’.

He then walks awey taewards the door but turns back withoot a warnin. A few paces later and ah’m left a little surprised starin in his direction again.

‘’Yin maire hing, boss’’ he squeals, wavin his finger in the air. ‘’That fucker we pit the screws tae the other night. He telt us this Williams hus broat along his chief attack dug. Some ex airmy psychopath cawed Matty Smith. A proper heidcase by aw accoonts. He keeps the young recruits in line in case they hae a wobble. Yae want ah’ll pit a couple ae the lads oan him?

Ah fidget wae a pen laid oot oan polished wid ‘’Nah?’’ ah say. ‘’Leave GI Joe tae me. You’s jist focus oan scorin the names oaff that list. And ah wis meanin tae ask, by the wey? What happened wae the boay you’s nabbed? Ah might hae yin or two questions fur him masel’’

Ryan basically develops a bright rid beamer at ma question. He’s almost appearin mortified, ‘’Markie thoat he cooked him medium rare’’