Daz Woke Up Abrubtly As The Alarm Went Off, It Wasnt An Attack Alarm, But A Normal Wake Up Alarm, He Had To Get Ready To Go To Work With One Of His Captors, As The Integration Into Normal Life Was One Of The Essential Elements Of Being A Succesfull Terrorist.
He Made Up His Flask, But Did Not Bother About Bait, As He Could Walk About 100yds Along The Road And Get What He Wanted From A Little Bistro.
Albere Pulled Up In His Little Green Clio, With All His Tools In The Back, Daz Got In And They Roared Of At A Tremendous Speed, His 998cc Engine Bursting At The Seams, But Sounding Sweet Due To The Big Bore Back Box And Fancy Air Filter System That Was Fitted. There Was No Rush Really, As The Gaffer Never Turned Up Before 10 O,clock, As He Was A Late Night Surfer, Looking For A Russian Bride To Buy, ( ACTUALLY Any Sort Of Bride Would Do, As Long As She Was Cheap) (A HE Bride Might Even Do, But Would Have To Be Cheaper Again).
Arriving At The Garage Where Albere Masqueraded As A Mechanic, Angry Daz Got Himself Comfortable On A Stock Shelf, And Sat Watching His New Friend Slaving Away All Day, Making Money For The Garage Owner, Who When He Eventually Turned Up, Sat All Day Surfing The Web, Or Keeping Himself Warm In Front Of His Newly Installed, Top Of The Range, Waste Oil Burning Heater.
After Watching What Went On Through The Day, And Having To Help With The Incoming Deliveries, Angry Daz Was To Add The Garage Owner To His ACES Hit List, (For A Later Date) But For Now, He Had To Keep Quiet, As When He Finished Work, He Was Going On His First Hunting/Killing Mission, Still Not Knowing WHat Had Happened To His Best Friend BIG DAZ, The Day He Was At The Match. But When He Found Out, All Hell Would Break Loose, And A Whole World Of Shit Would Befall Wakim Kakkistabba.

As Angry Daz Woke Up, He Remembered Just Blurred Reccollections Of The Day Before, Due To The Amount Of Beers He Had Consumed. He Had Been Taken To The Match, Walked The Hallowed Turf, Been Befriended By The Ground Staff, And Sat In A Prime Position To Watch The Whole Match. As He Had Lived A Very Sheltered And Lonely Life, He Knew Very Little About The Ins And Outs Of Football, But He Enjoyed It Anyway. Afterwards, Sergie And Albere Were To Open His Eyes Fully, As They Took Him To A Strippers Bar, Where They Plied Him With Bottles Of Carlsberg, And He Sat Starry Eyed, As A Whole Host Of Busty Women Bared Their All, And One Of Them Even Done A Lap Dance For Him Free Of Charge. This Was Better Than Life At A Garage. Afterwards He Was Taken To A Curry House, Where He Selected A Tikka Lamb Vindaloo, With Peshwari Naan, Washed Down With More Beers.(Oh How He Wished He Had Put The Toilet Roll In The Freezer) He Had A Head That Could Split Logs, And A Butt Like A Blood Orange, But He Had Enjoyed His Day Out Immensly. He Was Starting To Seriously Resent His Time Spent,Wasted, At The End Of The Parts Dept Managers Desk, And Was Starting To Think About Revenge. But First He Would Have To Be Integrated Into Society, Just Like The ACES, So Then He Could Move About, Unsuspectingly, Selecting His Targets For The ACES Team To Execute. After All, Thats What He Was Captured For, So He Had To Get Back To Reallity, And Think About His Next Phases Of Training, The Good Bits Could Come Later. But First, He Had To Sober Up, As He Had To Go To Work With The Team At Their Place Of Work, So As Not To Arouse Suspicion When He Was On His Scouting Missions. The Crack Commandos Were Once Again Closing In On The Aces, So Daz,s Training Was To Be Intensive, But Thorough, Over The Next Week Or Two, But The Serious Stuff Was To Begin Soon.
The Fun Was Over, Especially For BIG DAZ, As Events Had Taken A Turn For The Worst While Sergie And Albere Had Daz Away For The Day. Wakim Kakistabba Had Been Looking After BIG DAZ.

As The Kidnappers Of Angry Daz Had Been Recruited With The Aim Of Them Being A SLEEPER CELL, The Kidnappers Lived A Normal Life, Working 9 Till 5 Week After Week, Succesfully Integrated Into The Local Community. Saturdays Were Match Days, And This Saturday, Their Team Was Playing At Home To Charlton. Angry Daz Had Been Promised A Treat, And His Treat Would Be, Going To The Match(some Treat) With Sergie And Albere, Because The Third Member Of The Squad Was Just A, GOOD TIME Supporter, And Would Only Go When The Going Was Good. Plus, In His Depraved Mind, He Thought That He Might Get Up To No Good With BIG DAZ, When The Others Were Away.
Sergie, Albere, And Angry Daz, Headed Off To The Match In High Spirits, Not Realising What Was To Unfold Before Their Eyes. TOTAL CRAP FOOTBALL
But, At Least Angry Daz Got A Tour Of The Ground, And Even Got Onto The Pitch For A Warm Up With The Players. A Safety Steward Befriended Him, And Daz Got His Picture Taken With The Stadium In The Background, And Also Walked On The Sacred Turf. He Spent The Rest Of The Match, Perched On An Advertising Hoarding, Right Behind The Goal, Watching The Match With Great Interest.
After The Match, He Would Be Going To The Bar, For A Few Beers, Then Having A Good Curry Afterwards.
Sunday Would See Him Back To His Tasks With The ACES.

Angry Daz Had Just Blew Away The Hulk, And Was Just Coming To Terms With What Sort Of Person He Was Turning Into, When Sergie Told Him What He Had To Do Next. He Would Deliver The Dead Hulk Back To Where He Had Been Snatched From. This Would Enable Him To Start His Covert Ops Training, And Also Prove To The Squad That He Was On Their Side, And Up To The Job.
Back At The Small Family Run Garage, Where Angry Daz Had Been Living A Sheltered Life, At The End Of The Parts Dept Managers Counter, Things Had Taken Another Sinister Turn.
Months Before The Initial Kidnap Of Angry Daz, A Trusted, Loyal, Long Serving Member Of The Garage Staff Had Been Recruited By The ACES, With The Lure Of Money, Wild Women, And Drugs. The Parts Dept Manager Had Never Suspected That The ACES Had An Insider Working For Them, And Knew Every Move That Was Being Made. He Had Been Looking In The Wrong Places, All The Time Angry Daz Was Missing.
It Was This Reason, That BIG DAZ Was Easily Captured, And He Had Been Gone Days, Before The Parts Dept Manager Noticed. The ACES Did Not Even Have To Enter The Building, To Carry Out Their Plan.
Unbeknown To Angry Daz, BIG DAZ Had Been Taken As An Insurance Policy, Just In Case Daz Had Second Thoughts About Being Loyal To The ACES, Or Tried To Double Cross Them. He Would Be Looked After Properly, Up Untill Daz Tried To Be Clever, But Daz Would Not Even Know He Had Been Snatched If He Played The Game, And Got On With The Job.
Meanwhile, Sergie And Daz Got In A New Getaway Car (A Green Clio) And Headed Into Hexham, With The Hulk In A Body Bag(ACME Biodegradable, User Friendly) Where They Parked At A Car Wash In The Immediate Vicinity Of The Garage Where He Once Lived. As Sergie Kept Watch, Pretending To Be Washing The Car , Angry Daz Crept Silently Past The Unsuspecting , Working Mechanics, And Went Straight To The Desk Of The Parts Dept Manager, Where He Left The Remains Of The Hulk, In A Jiffy Bag. He Looked Around The Familiar Surroundings, And Realised He Had Been Neglected For All Those Years He Spent There, And Started To Realise That His Life Would Be Better With The ACES. He Left As Silently As He Went In, And With No Hint Of Regret As To What He Was Involved In, Got Back In The Car With Sergie, And Left.
As They Drove Back To The Camp Just Outside Of Warden, Sergie Was To Give Him A Nice Surprise, To Reward Him For His Work. Later That Afternoon, He Was Going To, THE MATCH.

The Squad Had Just Settled Into Their New Camp, Trip Wires Were Set, Guards Posted, When Angry Daz Asked If It Was Time To Execiute The Hulk.
Nows As Good A Time As Anytime Was The Answer. Angry Daz Was Given A Weapon, And He Told The Hulk To Kneel Down In Front Of Him, One Pull Of The Trigger, And Angry Daz Had Executed The Hulk. He Was Turning Into A Right, Sad., Little Sadistic Bugger, BUT, Thats What He Is Training To Be. The Hulk Was Face Down On The Cold Concrete Floor, But Daz Would Sort His Demise Out, And Would Make Sure Everyone Remembered Him.

Angry Daz Had Just Had his First Day Of Torture Training With Albere Nitrates, Where He Had Taken The Hulk To His Limits, And To The Brink Of Death, When Wakim Burst Into The Room, The Anti Kidnap Squad Commandos Had Found The ACES Squad, The Hideout Had Been Compromised. It Was Time To Move To The Next Hideout/Training Camp If They Could Fight Their Way Out Of The Predicament They Were In. Albere And Sergie Had Taken Out At Least 5 Of The Commandos, And Brought The Escape Vehicle Around The Back, The Hulk Was Bundled Into The Back Of The Vehicle, With Angry Daz On Guard, The Rest Of The Squad, + Candy, Daz,s Girlfriend, Got In The Front, And Made A Hasty Exit, And Headed To The Next Camp, Which Was About 15 Miles Away, In A Field Just Outside Of Warden, A Sleepy Hamlet, Just Outside Of Hexham, Where They Would Hole Up For A Few Days. As They Got There, And Settled Down For The Night, It Was Decided That Daz Would Terminate The Hulk The Following Morning, And Daz Would Begin His Sniper/Hunter Training With Sergie, Time Was Running Out, With The Other Commandos Following Them, Angry Daz Had To Be Trained As Soon As Possible. Daz Would Become Sergies Protege, And Become The Most Ruthless Smalltoy Assasin In History. He Had Turned, And Woe betide Anyone That Got In His Way.

Angry Daz, Remembering His Electric Shock Treatment, Asked Albere Nitrates If He Could Give The Hulk The Same Treatment. Sitting Down With Albere, They Worked Out That Due To The Size Of The Hulk, And His Body Mass, It Would Be OK To Contact Him To The Mains Without Killing Him, It Would Be Excrutiatingly Painfull, And Almost Pop His Brain, But He Could Survive It.
The Switch Was Thrown, And Just As Daz Remembered, The Hulks Body Stiffened, And Lifted Of The Ground As He Ground His Teeth In Pure Agony. This Would Go On For As Long As Possible, So That Angry Daz Could Work Out How Far He Could Go Without Killing His Subject.
Unbelievably, Angry Daz Felt No Remorse For What He Was Doing, And To His Surprise, Was Actually Starting To Think That He Had Found His Vocation In Life. Apart From The Initial Capture And Torture, Daz Was Starting To Enjoy His New Life, With His New Found Friends. But Was Still Very Suspicious Of Wakim Kakistabbas Motives, And Hoped The Other Two Kidnappers Would Look Out For Him, As Promised.
He Was Eager To Learn, And Was In The Hands Of The Best Two Teachers, In Albere Nitrates And Sergie Molotov, But After Another Day Of Torture Training, Would He Have The Bottle To, Top The Hulk, Time Would Tell., But Sergie Had Faith In His, Little Student Of Death, And Knew That He Would Live Up To The Expectations And Standards, Required To Join This Elite Group.

As Angry Daz Awoke, And Had His First Fag Of The Day, He Could Not Believe His Luck, With The Night His Kidnappers Had Just Provided Him. If This Was The Life He Was To Lead From Now On, He Was Well Up For It. He Would Join The ACES, And Train To Be One Of The Best In The Business, Even Though He Had To Start His Torturers Training On His Old Friend, THE HULK.
Albere Nitrates Was About To Learn Him The Art Of Extracting Information From The Hardest Of Subjects, And How To Be Immune To The Suffering Of Others. The First Day Would Be The Hardest Day, As He Got His Head Around Torturing His Friend, But If He Was To Live The Lifestyle That He Had Just Had A Taste Of, He Would Set About His Task With Great Determination.
After Having His Fag, And A Morning Cuppa With His New Girlfriend, Daz Got Ready For The Gruelling Day Ahead, Got Himself Ready, And Set Off To Find Albere Nitrates, To Begin His Training. The Hulk Was To Suffer The Worst Day Of His life, As Angry Daz Was To Prove To Be An Excellant Pupil.

Angry Daz Was In For A Treat, Sergie Molotov Could Not Trust, Wakim Kakistabba, To Be Left Alone With Daz, As He Had Rather Perverse Tendancies, So He Asked Albere Nitrates To Take The Perverted Member Of The Team, Into Hexham, To Get Get Angry Daz,s Dream Girlfriend, Hopefully To Get Angry Daz To Join The ACES Without Torturing Him Anymore, As Sergie And Albere Were Becoming Quite Fond Of The Little Fella, They Liked His Toughness Under Extreme Conditions, And Thought He Would Be An Asset To The Team.
While Albere And Wakim Set Of To Get Candy, The Cindy Doll Angry Daz Had Fallen For, Sergie Sat Angry Daz Down In Front Of Him, And Explained What Would Be Required Of Him, If He Was To Join The ACES.
Sergie Molotov, Sat And Told Daz Everything, He Would Have To Go On Missions To Hunt, And Kill All Derivatives Of Cartman, Plus , As The Team Were Mercenaries, Hunt And Kill, Possibly With Torture, Any Types Of Undesirable Toys That They Were Paid To Kill.
Also He Would Be Expected To Be On Lookout For The Team Of Crack Commandos That Were On The Trail Of The ACES, And If Discovered, Fight To The Death.
But To Check That Angry Daz Was To Be Trusted, He Would First Be Guided In The Art Of Brutal Torture And Inflicting Pain, By The Master Of All, Albere Nitrates. Albere Would Teach Angry Daz All He Knew, And It Would Not Be A Pretty Sight, But His Training Would Be Carried Out On His Good Friend, THE HULK
Angry Daz Was Not Too Keen On This At First, But Realised That If He Was To Become A Trained Killer, Of The Highest Calibre, He Would Have To Do What Was Required.
Then He Would Be Handed Over To Wakim Kakistabba, To Learn The Art Of The Most Perverse Type, And Judging By Wakims Record, The Mind Boggles. But To Check That He Has Been Converted, Sergie Will Take Angry Daz Into The Field, Where He WILL KILL The Hulk With One Shot To The Eye, Over 900yds, And He Will Not Feel Any Remorse. Angry Daz Was About To Be Trained By The Best In The Business, And He Will Become One Of The Best In The Business.
But First He Had A Night Of Passion To Look Forward Too. Sergie Switched Of Daz,s Lights, And Went On Guard, In Case The Crack Squad Of Commandos Were Anywhere Near. He Would Not Have Angry Daz,s Night Disturbed.

The Torture Of Angry Daz Was About To Begin Again. This Time, He WILL Be Broken. The Team Were Very Disturbed That The Staff At Angry Daz,s Home, Had The Audacity To Try To Launch A Counter Strike Against Such A Highly Skilled Team, But At The End Of The Day, They Just Laughed It Off. Capturing The Jolly Green Giant, Was Just A Walk In The Park. But Now, The Team Realised That It Was Make Or Break Time For Angry Daz, They Would Take Him To His Limits, And Behond, And If He Was To Die, They Would Move Onto The Next Target. Time Was Crucial, As The Commandos Hunting Them Were Getting Closer, So The Torture Of Angry Daz Was To Be Brutal, Excrutiatingly Painfull, But Very Efficient, Angry Daz WILL Be Broken, Tonight, And He Will Join The ACES. After 3 Hours Of Being Tied Upside Down, Having The Soles Of His Feet Beaten With Rubber Hoses, Daz Asked A Question. If I Join You, Will You Get Me My Girlfriend From Woolies, Knowing That Eventually Daz Would Crack, Sergie Had Already Decided To Try The Softly Softly Approach, And Already Had A Team Out, Getting Daz,s Girlfriend, And If He Co-operated, He Would Get To Spend Quality Time With Her, If Not, The Team Would Amuse Themselves With Her. It Looked Looked Like Angry Daz Was Turning, The Kidnap Of His Girl Friend Would Tip The Balance, And He Would Become One Of The Elite ACES Team. The Hulk Would DIE. Angry Daz Was About To Start His Training In The Art Of Small Toy Sniper, With The Best In The Business, Sergie Molotov. His Training Will Begin, As Soon As A Legitimate Target Is Identified, When He Will Be Taken Into The Field, One on One With Sergie, Where He Will Start By SPOTTING For Sergie, And Then Moving On To The KILL, When His Specially Prepared Weapon Is Ready For Use

As Angry Daz Was Left To Mull Over His Situation, The Kidnappers Had Been Threatened With A Tame Threat Of The Hulk Being Sent After Them. The Staff At Angry Daz,s Garage Were Trying To Up The Stakes, But Unfortunately, The ACES Team Just Laughed It Off. They Had Been Threatened By The Hulk, So They Launched A Pre- Emptive Counter Strike, And Captured The Hulk, No Probs. What People Need To Realise, This Team Is The Best In The World. Big Green Giants, Pose No Threat. The Hulk Is Going To, Get It, Big Style. The Big Green Freak Was Tied Up, And The ACES Team Were To Think About What They Were Going To Do About His Audacious Attempt To Rescue Angry Daz. The Concensus Was, KILL HIM.

Angry Daz Had Been Given 24hrs To, Mull Over, What He Was Going To Do, As The ACES Squad Would Be On The Move Again, To Stay One Step Ahead Of The Commandos Hunting Them.
Could He Become A Cold Blooded, Ruthless, Sniper, Like Sergie. Or Could He Turn His Hand To Brutallity And Torture, Like Albere Nitrates, Or Would He Turn To Sexual Depravity Like Wakim Kakistabba.
He Would Have To Think Long And Hard Before He Made His Decision.
In The Meantime, He Would Make Another Appeal To His Adoptive Father, To Try To Rescue Him , But Deep Down, He Knew It Would Never Happen, As He Was With The Best Trained Squad In The UK, And They Never Took Anything To Chance.
Back At Angry Daz,s Home In The Garage, The Parts Dept Manager Was Trying To Think Of Who Had Kidnapped His Little Man, But He Was Miles, Wide Of The Mark With All Of His Suspicions, He Had Not Even Come Close To Who Was Behind The Kidnap Of Angry Daz.
The "Sleeper Cell" Had Been Integrated Into The Community For Years, And All Three Of Them Had Respectable Jobs , Working 9 till 5 And Were Known Around Hexham.
So The Parts Dept Manager Did Not Have Any Realistic Idea As To Who They Were. NOBODY DID.
He Blamed This Mechanic, And That Mechanic, This Supplier And That Supplier, But He Should Have Been Looking Closer To Home. A Disgruntled Person, Is A Person That Could Do The Deed.
Check MOT Failures Sheets, And You Could Find One Of The "Sleeper Cell"
The Parts Dept Manager Had 24hrs To Do Anything He Could To Find Angry Daz, As After That ,The Torture Would Begin Agaian, Unless Daz Agreed To Join The ACES.
The Parts Dept Manager Should Stop Looking At The Obvious Suspects, And Look Further Afield, If He Is To Rescue Angry Daz. But Time Is Against Him.

The Kidnappers Of Angry Daz Had Intended To Give Angry Daz A break In His Ordeal, While They Sorted Out The New Hideout And Observation Posts, But As The Were Already Being Hunted By Another Elite Team, They Had To Up The Stakes, As Their Hands Were Being Forced Into Acting Quicker Than They Liked. It Was Crunch Time For Daz, As Sergie Sat Him Down Over A Big Table, And Gave Him The Facts Of His Kidnap.
Angry Daz Had Been Captured, With The Intention Of Him Being Recruited By The ACES, To Become A Highly Skilled Operative In The "A" Platoon, Northern Command Of The Anti-Cartman Execution Squads, He Would Be Trained In All Of The Skills Needed To Infiltrate, Toy Factorys, Shops, And Even Homes, Looking For Fresh Targets. Primarily Formed For The Purpose Of Exterminating All Derivatives Of Cartman, The Aces Had Evolved, And Were Used As Guns For Hire For The Extermination Of All Unsuitable Or Undesirable Toys, And Would Exterminate, Or Execute Any Toy For A Price. Sergie Even Blew The Napper Off A Cindy Doll At 800yds Through A Bedroom Window, As A 6 Year Old Girl Stroked Her Beloved Dolls Head, The Bullet Went In Through The Left Eye, Exitted Through The Right Ear, And Left Grey Matter All Over Her Pink Wallpaper. The 6 Year Old Is Traumatised To This Day.
Angry Daz Was To Be Given An Ultimatum, Committ To The ACES Or Suffer The Same Fate As The Little Commando That Wakim Kakistabba Had Caught Trying To Infiltrate The ACES Base Camp.
Angry Daz Was Made To Stand And Watch The Final, Painfull, Excruciating Seconds, Of The Life Of A Mercanary That Had Tried To Take On The ACES.
As Daz Watched In Fear Of What Was Going To Happen To Him, Sergie Molotov Walked Him Away, And Gave Him 24 Hours To Make His Mind Up, Over What He Was Going To Do. If There Was No Answer In 24 Hours, The Torture Would Resume.

As The " A" Platoon, Northern Command, Of The ACES (Anti-Cartment Execution Squads) Was One Of The Most Hunted Terror Units On The Planet, They Only Stopped In One Place For A Day At A Time, So As To Stay One Step Ahead Of The Crack Commando Unit That Had Been Trying To Capture, Or Kill Them For Almost 8 Years, But "A" Platoon Had Been Doing What They Did For A Long Time, And WERE THe Best Of The Best.
Initial EMail Contact Had Been Recieved From The Family Of Angry Daz, Via The Squads Wireless Internet Server In Russia, But As They Were Not Doing This For Money, Or Ill Gotten Gains, They Did Very Little, Except EMail The Family Explaining That Things Would Be Made Plain Soon.
This Prompted "A" Platoon To Bundle Angry Daz Into The Boot Of Their Car, Then Threw All The Weapons, Plus Angry Daz,s Cage On Top Of Him, And Made A Smooth Transfer To The Next Training Camp/Hideout Situated Just Outside Of The Little Known Hamlet Of Coanwood, On The Tynedale Borders.
After Checking All Perimeters, The Squad Settled Down For The Night, Lights Out, But Trip Alarms Set For Any Activity Within A 200 metre Area Around The Hideout.
Sergie Molotov And Albere Nitrates Knew The Reasons Behind Angry Daz,s Kidnap, But Wakim Kakistabba Did Not, As He Was Just Out Of Terror School, And Had Been Assigned To The Best Two Operatives That The ACES Had, To Learn From The BEST. Sergie Molotov Had Been Briefed On Wakim Kakistabba, And Was Disturbed At His Past Atrocities, Convicted Of Small Toy Rape, And Buggery, He Was Determined Not To Let Wakim Anywhere Near Angry Daz, And Had Also Told Albere What The Score Was, Albere Wanted To Pop Wakim A New Butt Hole In His Forehead, But Sergie Explained That The Team Needed Wakim For Now, He Could Be Despatched At A Later Date, When Angry Daz Was Trained Up As The New Squad Member, In Fact Sergie Would Get Angry Daz To Hunt Down Wakim Kakistabba, And Despatch Him As Part Of His Training. The Training Of Angry Daz Would Begin, As Soon As He Was Broken, And Ready To Commit Himself To The Cause, But First He Would Have To Be Broken.
As The "A" Platoon Travelled Through The Night To Get To Their Next Hideout, Little Did They Know That The Anti Terror Squad Hunting Them, Had Pinpointed The Last Position They Had Used, By Sattelite, And Were Only Five Minutes Away From Raiding The Hideout They Had Just Left, The Training Of Angry Daz Was Imperative, If The "A" Platoon Were To Carry On Doing What They Had Done For Years.

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As Angry Daz Lay Breathless, Broken And Shattered On The Floor Of His Captors Hideout, Hoping That He Could Die, His Adoptive Father, The Parts Dept Manager, Back At Angry Daz,s Home Had Just Parked His Car And Was Whistling Merrily Into Work, Happily Unaware Of What Was Unfolding Before Him. He Switched His Kettle On And Got Ready To Make His Early Morning Cup Of Tea, But Noticed That There Was A Very Subdued Atmosphere Among The Staff. Suspecting That Something Was Wrong, He Asked One Of The Mechanics What Was Going On, But Not Wanting To Say Anything, The Mechanic Told The Parts Dept Manager To Go And Speak To The Service Reception Clerk.
Angry Daz Was Missing, Was The Answer, But The Parts Dept Manager Just Said, He Will Be Back Shortly, He Has Probably Gone To Woolworths To Talk To The Cindy Doll He Has Set His Sights On, Or He Has Gone To The Newsagents To Buy His Copy Of Readers Wives To Read Down On The Boat Platform, While He Feeds The Ducks.
The Parts Dept Manager, Got On With His Work, Ordering Parts,For The Work To Be Done, Temporarily Forgetting That Angry Daz Was Missing, But By The Time He Decided To Make His Next Cup Of Tea, He Was Starting To Get A Little Bit Concerned About Angry Daz, He Should Have Been Back, Long Before Now. Even If He Had Managed To Get Off With The Cindy Doll, He Would Not Have Taken So Long.
The Search Was On, As All The Staff Were Ordered To Search Every Inch Of The Garage, Just In Case He Had Fallen Asleep In A Corner Somewhere, But To No Avail. The Parts Dept Manager, Meanwhile, Was Searching In All The Places That He Knew Angry Daz Liked To Visit, Including Tyne Green Toilets, Where He Used To Hang Out. Angry Daz Was Not To Be Found, And Everybody Became Deeply Concerned About Him.
Thinking Of Informing The Authorities, The Parts Dept Manager Decided To Give It A Little While Longer, While He Opened His Mail. As Always, Most Of The Mail Was Unaddressed Junk Mail, But When He Opened The Plain Brown Envelope, He Could Feel His Legs Starting To Go Weak, And His Eyes Fill Up With Tears, As He Realised That Angry Daz Had Been Kidnapped. There Was A Kidnap Note And A Picture Of His Little Man, Blindfolded, And Looking Terrified, Under The Flag Of The ACES, The Anti-Cartman Execution Squads, Northern Command. "A Platoon". No Contact Details Were Sent, And No Demands To Be Met, The Parts Dept Manager Was Left In A State Of Absolute Shock, Wondering Why His Little Man Had Been Taken.
As The Note Threatened To Do Awfull Things To Angry Daz, He Broke Down Over His Counter, Knowing That If He Contacted The Police, Angry Daz Would End Up As Eel Bait. Wiping The Tears From His Eyes, He Picked Himself Up And Decided That If They Were All To Get Through What Was Coming, In The Pending, And Inevitable Dark Days, HE Had To Be The Strongest Of Them All. Angry Daz Was His Priority, And He Had To Do All In His Power To Get Him Home Safely.

Sergie Molotov, Slowly Got Up From His Seat, And Told Wakim Kakistabba To Stay Where He Was, Albere Nitrates Had The Job In Hand.
Back At Angry Daz,s Home In The Garage, The Staff Had Just Noticed That He Was Missing, The Counter Clerk Had Thought That He Was Away For His Normal Morning Stroll, And To Buy The Papers, But He Had Been Away Over An Hour, Angry Daz Was Never Away More Than 45 Minutes, So The Staff Were Starting To Worry A Bit, Especially As His Guardian Was Not Back Untill Monday. What Would The Staff Tell The Parts Dept Manager If Angry Daz Was Missing. The Parts Dept Manager, Plus The Staff In The Garage Were Blissfully Unaware Of What Was Happenning, But They Would Find Out Very Soon. The Parts Dept Manager Would Get His First Communication With The Kidnappers As Soon As He Got Back To Work From His Holiday

As The Torturer Of Angry Daz Walked Away, Rolling Up His Hose, Daz Wondered If That Was It For The Day, But No, The Torturer Was One Of Two Of The Squad That Knew The Real Reason Behind The Kidnap Of Angry Daz, The Third Member Of The Squad Was Not Yet To Be Trusted, so Did Not Know The Real Reason. As Albere Nitrates, Put Away The Hose, And Turned His Attention To His Next Instrument Of Torture, The Other Two Just Watched Silently, As They Knew That If Albere Nitrates Could Not Break Angry Daz On The First Day Of Torture, It Would Take Extreme Measures To Get The Job Done. Albere Nitrates Had Been Recruited By The ACES (Anti-Cartman Execution Squads) For His Inhumam Approach To Torture And Pain, And His Cold Calculated Way Of Getting The Job Done. He Was Recruited From An Eastern European Bloc Country, Where In His Government Employment, He Was The Minister Of Torture ( M.O.T) And Was Involved In The Torture Of Thousands Of Dissidents . He Was Feared Throughout His Native Land, As He Was One Of The Most Brutal Of All Government Torturers. But Money Talks., And He Became A Gun For Hire, A Mercenary Of The Highest And Most Feared Calibre, And Has Since, Touted His Trade Worldwide.
Albere Nitrates Plugged In His Next Tool Of Torture And Pain, And Connected Angry Daz Into The Circuit, Where Albere Nitrates Could Control The Amount Of Electric Current To Be Passed Into Angry Daz.
Albere Gave Angry Daz A Chance To Have A Break , And Lit A Joint Before He Started To Inflict More Pain And Suffering On Angry Daz, As The Other Two Sat Silently Watching.
As The Switch Was Thrown, Angry Daz Was Lifted Off His Feet By The Muscle Spasms That Stiffened His Body, And Threatened To Stop His Heart, But Albere Nitrates Had Set The Controls To Cause Maximum Pain But Not Death, So Angry Daz Flopped To The Floor In A Heap, In Excruciating Pain But Alive. Again And Again, Albere Nitrates Gave It To Angry Daz, But Knew He Would Not Kill Him, But Give Him The The Worst And Most Painfull Experience Ever. Albere Nitrates Sat Down To Finish His Joint, As Angry Daz Had Multiple Spasms On The Concrete In Front Of Him, Knowing He Had Done His Job, Now, It Was Down To The Next Member Of The Team, Who Would Get Started, When He Had Had His Smoke, Outside.

As Angry Daz Recovered From The Smack In The Mouth, From The Rifle Butt, He Stood At The Front Of His Cage, Surveying His Surroundings, Wondering What Was Coming Next.
The Torture And Brutalisation Of Angry Daz Was About To Start.
One Of The Hooded Captors, Finished His Joint, Stood Up, And Uncoiled A Fire Hose And Walked Towards Angry Daz,s Cage. When The Water Coming From The Hose Hit Angry Daz, With The Force Of A Speeding Juggernought, He Was Flung Into The Back Wall Of His Cage Almost Breaking His Body Into Hundreds Of Bits, Extracting All Of The Air Out Of His Lungs, Angry Daz Believed He Would Die. Just Before He Lapsed Into Unconciousness, His Mind Drifted To The Face Of His Adoptive Dad, And He Wished He Was There To Save Him From The Hell That Would Be Inflicted On Him, Over The Coming Hours.
The Fire Hose Was Turned On And Off Many Times, Each Time, Bringing Angry Daz To The Brink Of Death, But His Torturer Knew How Far To Take It Before He Died. He Wished He Could Die, So As Not To Endure Any More Pain, But His Torture Would Go On For Many More Days Yet, And Would Get Worse. Yet Still, Angry Daz Did Not Know Why He Had Been Targeted For This Brutal Treatment, As His Captors Had Not Uttered A Word, To Either Him, Or Each Other. After , What Seemed An Eternity Of Being Blasted With Force, Against A Wall, The Water Stopped, And Angry Daz Was Left In A Bleeding, Exhausted Heap, On The Floor Of His Cage, But At Least The Blood And Broken Fragments Of Teeth Had Been Washed From His Mouth. Not Having Had Food Or Water Since His Kidnap, Angry Daz Licked Up The Water From The Floor Of His Cage, Ignoring The Dirt And Insects Mixed With It, And Lay Down In A Sodden Heap, To Await His Fate.

Angry Daz,s First Full Day Of Captivity, Was To Begin Horribly, And Painfully, As He Was Brutally Awoken With The Butt Of A Rifle Smashed Into His Mouth. He Screamed In Pain, As He Spat Blood, And Broken Fragments Of Teeth Onto The Cold Concrete Of The Cage He Was In.
Was This A Taste Of What Was To Come, He Hoped Not. He Was Praying That His Adoptive Father Would Come Home From His Holiday, And Mount A Rescue Mission. But First, He Had To Try To Find Out Why, And Who Had Kidnapped Him, As He Did Not Know Of Any Reason Why He Should Have Been Targetted By This Gang Of Ruthless, Inhuman, Barbaric Scycopaths.
As The Kidnappers Sat And Ate A Breakfast Of Beans, Eggs And Toast, Angry Daz Looked Around His Immediate Surroundings, To Try To Find Out Where He Was Being Held, Through A Murky Window He Partially Saw A Sign Saying, Haltwhistle, But Could Not See The Rest Of The Sign, But In The Distance, He Could Here A River Rumbling Through The Valley, And Also A Train Approaching, So He Guessed He Was Somewhere On The Haltwhistle Industrial Estate, Possibly Beside Edens Lawn Service Station.
There Were Three Hooded Persons Sitting At The Table, And Their Weapons Were Between Their Legs, So He Remained Quiet And Started To Make Mental Notes Of His Whereabouts, And Surroundings, Just In Case He Got A Window Of Opportunity To Make His Escape.
What He Did Not Know Was, These Three Individuals, Were The Elite "A" Platoon, From The Northern Command Of The (Anti-Cartman Execution Squads) And Were Highly Skilled In Their Own Fields Of Expertise, Bloodthirsty, Determined, Mindset Killers, Whose Mission Was Solely To Exterminate All Derivatives Of Cartman, In Whatever Form Presented, Wether By Shooting, Hanging, Poisoning,Hacking To Death, Running Over, Drowning, Or Burning, Plus Many More Methods. So, Angry Daz Was Was In A Whole World Of Shit, And Would Have To Wait, While These Three Murderous Killers Decided What They Were Going To Do With Him. Only Time Will Tell

In A Peacefull Small Town, Named Hexham, In The Heart Of The Beautifull Tyne Valley Lay A Small Family Run, Motor Repairs/Mot Centre. Business, As Always, Was Brisk, But The Atmosphere Was Always Nice, Welcoming And Friendly, Happy Smiling Customers, Coming To And Fro. The Staff, Always Helpfull And Friendly. Little Did They Know, That Dark Days Were Heading Towards Them At A Frightening Pace. The Parts Department Manager, Always The Life And Soul Of The Establishment, Had A Little Plastic, Trusted, Friend, Sitting At The End Of His Counter, Possibly To Ward Off Disgruntled Mechanics, Who Had Just Had A Car Fail Its MOT. His Name Was Angry Daz, And He Had Sat There, In The Same Place For Years, And Had Become Part Of The Family, So Much So, That He Was Like A Son To The Parts Dept Manager. Who Called Him, His Little Man.
Things Were To Change Though.
The Parts Department Manager Had A Weeks Holiday To Take, And Promptly Flew Off To Warmer Climes, Not Due To Come Back Untill Monday 16th Oct.

Then It Happened, A Sinister, Fanatical,Anti-Establishment Group, With Links To Extreme Terrorism Groups, Struck With Lightning Speed And Stealth, And Angry Daz Was In The Grips Of A Ruthless Kidnappping Squad, Driven Off At Frightening Speed, In A Black, L Reg Fiat Punto, With Blacked Out Windows.
Bundled, Blindfolded Into The Cramped, Oil Stenched Boot, With Old Tools Rattling About Him, Angry Daz Was Frozen With Fright, Wondering If He Would Ever See His Adoptive Father Again, But Determined To Survive His Ordeal, He Started To Think Of Ways To Stay One Step Ahead Of His Bloodthirsty, Ruthless Kidnappers. He Was Driven For About 25 Minutes, Then The Car Was Stopped, The Boot Was Opened, And He Saw For The First Time, The Hooded Silouettes Of His Captors, Standing With Guns Across Their Chests. Terrified, He Was Dragged Out Of The Boot, And Made To Stand In Front Of A Crude, Roughly Made Flag, Where He Was Photographed, Blindfolded, Then Thrown Into A Mesh Cage, With No Water Or Food, And Left In The Dark, As The Lights Were Turned Off, And Doors Were Locked, Dreading What Was To Come.