“No – we can’t.”

“It wouldn’t take much – hairy little fuckers!”

Singh looked across at him wearily –

“Not in this country you don’t.”

“This country!” Marlon scoffed. “Countries are all the same – inward looking – defensive – utterly selfish.”

Marlon was frustrated – angry at the world. His performance with the prostitutes had been too embarrassing to even think about.

Thank God no-one will ever know.

“Anyway – we do it every day!”

“What?”

“Pull people off the street.”

“Rubbish.”

“It’s true!”

Singh raised his arms in gentle protest.

“Quietly Marlon, please…”

“Don’t quiet me! We should know what their plan is!”

“Just relax about that, please – leave it alone.”

“We need to know the plan – God damn it!”

Singh was also angry beneath his calm façade – the evening had not worked out all that well for him either.

“Marlon, you are not taking anybody anywhere – not yet.”

He paused before adding –

“If you just have a little patience you won’t need to.”

Marlon glared at Singh –

No – that’s where you are wrong fat boy.

I don’t “need” to do anything.

That’s not the point.

I want to.

I want to get my hands on one of those dirty little pieces of crap and wring the truth out of him!

I want their plan – and I want it now!