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.