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.