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    So if you want to try to tell me what to do, then you’d better fucking watch out. Because we won’t just not take it, but we’ll come right back at you with every fucking thing we’ve got. If you start it, then you’d better be prepared to go all the way because from our side it’s going to be total retaliation, no fucking mercy.
Why? Because it’s the only way to make sure they learn the lesson and next time they’ll leave us alone.
    Can we defeat the government? No.
Can we keep it out of our space?
    Yes we can, but only by defending that freedom tooth and nail. The only defence is all out war. That’s what people need to get if they want to understand us and what we’re about. Freedom’s not free. If you want it and then want to keep it, you have to be prepared to fight for it and to guard it every second of the day.
    Damage had been a fan of something he’d called the anarchist alternative to NATO, which as far as I could make out from what he’d said seemed to involved dismantling the state and letting everyone have their own M16 assault rifle to keep in their wardrobe instead.
‘Extremism in the defence of liberty is no vice?’ I had suggested, as we came to the end.
    ‘Yeah, something like that. And it’s why we are so loyal to each other. We all know that we’re in this war, we’re all fighting on the same side, and it’s a big fucking enemy we’re facing and if we don’t all stand absolutely shoulder to shoulder against it, it’s going to take us all down.’
    It was simple really. In defence of their freedoms as they saw it, The Brethren under this philosophy had taken the line of logic to its ultimate conclusion. They saw themselves at war with any authority, whether government or society, that attempted to infringe their freedom.
Then I got it. When it came to the outside world, they were their own NATO. And an attack against one was an attack against them all. ‘So what’s the problem with the local crew then?’ I ventured, ‘there seems to be a bit of an atmosphere.’
     
‘They’re hurting a bit,’ he said matter of factly, ‘they lost a guy earlier this week.’
    ‘Did they?’ I asked in surprise. ‘I hadn’t heard anything about that?’ ‘You should have, it was in the papers.’
And then I made the connection and remembered the striker with his arm in a sling. ‘The thing in Leeds? That was one of your people?’
     
Just then Bung stepped over and interrupted. He’d obviously caught the Tomlinson reference.
    ‘And at least if one of our guys had done it, he wouldn’t have been hiding behind a fucking balaclava or have taken off his colours so he couldn’t be identified,’ he said. ‘We stand by what we do.’
‘Have you noticed how cops around the world these days are always wearing balaclavas so they can’t be recognised?’ he continued. ‘No.’
     
‘Well they are,’ he insisted, ‘Just watch’em next time on the news. You’ll see.’
     
Wibble cocked his head at Bung expectantly.
     
‘Yeah,’ said Bung, to the unspoken question that had obviously just passed between them. ‘I’ve had the call. Five minutes or so they said.’ Wibble nodded gravely, as though lost in thought for a moment as to what this might mean.
     
‘OK, thanks,’ he said as he stood up.
     
‘Looks like we’re going to have to wrap this up here for a bit,’ he said to me.
     
‘Why? What’s happening?’
     
Then he just smiled at me as if he was tremendously pleased with some secret surprise that he was about to pull off.
     
‘Well I guess it’s showtime baby,’ he announced, ‘Just wait around a few minutes. You’ll see.’
     
*
    As word spread through the pack, The Brethren quickly began to gather together for whatever was about to go down. As we waited I was aware of a continuing undercurrent of aggro from the local charter who had formed up as a separate bunch a little way apart from the Freemen charter and most of the other ride ins who were stood