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propensity for violence
though. It bothers me a bit that it is out of character. This would
be a massive step up for him if he were involved. He hangs
around with a Martin McLaren who lives next door. Martin is an
unknown to me, although the name McLaren rings a bell for some
reason… Anyway Martin is not in the system and I don't think he has
ever come to our attention".
"I agree
with Brian, this has 'The Gang' written all over it" Becky said,
"Joseph Kingi would be a good fit for the build of the bigger
person in the CCTV footage we have, his dreadlocks could be tucked
up into that ski mask he's wearing. He has a history for using
people outside of the gang for his jobs as well. Do we know if Tama
is connected to him?”
"That's
something to explore in the interview Becky, good point. There are
two other people involved in this and Joseph Kingi could be one of
them. Now... does everybody know what role that he or she is
playing?” Everyone nodded “Good… Once AOS has secured the house and
Tama along with the firearm the arrest team can move in", Bridger
looked around the room for final questions. Seeing none, he gave
the order. "We move on the house at exactly ten hundred hours", he
said looking at Gary Stone who nodded his confirmation.
"Right, let’s
do this".
Chapter
Four
They
were back in Martin's room. Tama was still buzzing from his night
in the spotlight; Joseph had been more than happy to let him talk
back at the pad. He had sat with an amused smile on his face, like
that of a patronising uncle, when Tama had regaled the room with
his exploits. Martin watched as Joseph whispered in the ears of
those around him, no doubt belittling what Tama was saying. He
hated Joseph Kingi with his dreadlocked swagger; he hated the hold
he had over everyone, using fear to keep people in line. He did not
think Joseph understood what letting Tama talk like that would do.
With every detail cemented into Tama's head as legend, his self-
deceit would get bigger. Tama would fool himself into feeling like
someone he was not. He had longed for this type of
recognition.
Martin
new Tama would shout this story to anyone and everyone who would
listen, Tama the unwitting Judas in the group would bring everyone
down with his loose tongue, and Joseph was stoking the
fire.
Martin
had toyed with the idea of letting Tama know about the money, maybe
share it with him, he had changed his mind quickly when he realised
Tama's storytelling would lead right back to him and to
Joseph.
Tama had
always been good at sharing though. He remembered the times he had
gone to Tama's house in search of a safe place; Tama had always
looked at him with knowing eyes, as if he knew exactly what he was
going through. He had always given what little he had in an effort
to please Martin. Tama was always trying to please people, he did
not quite know where he fit in the chaotic world they lived in.
They had grown up together in a shared world of poverty and
hardship made worse by the weak minds of the predators that lived
amongst them. Tama was his best friend. Tama was also a time bomb
with its fuse lit, and as much as he loved his friend, he did not
want to be near him when he finally went off.
“ Pity we
didn’t get that money J man was talking about…” Tama was looking at
Martin without suspicion “We would have been rolling in it, still
can’t have everything right?”
Martin
did not reply. His eyes strayed to the frayed edge of carpet in the
corner of his room, a shot of guilt running through his blood. Tama
did not notice where he was looking, or what it meant.
“ Still,
if I get a patch then I won’t need it will I” Tama feigned a few
shadow punches at the wall, short breaths bursting from his mouth
like a boxer in training.
“ A patch
isn’t everything Tama, how much have those guys actually got… J man
is about the only one with a car.” Martin realised that his friend
was completely infatuated with the gang; if
though. It bothers me a bit that it is out of character. This would
be a massive step up for him if he were involved. He hangs
around with a Martin McLaren who lives next door. Martin is an
unknown to me, although the name McLaren rings a bell for some
reason… Anyway Martin is not in the system and I don't think he has
ever come to our attention".
"I agree
with Brian, this has 'The Gang' written all over it" Becky said,
"Joseph Kingi would be a good fit for the build of the bigger
person in the CCTV footage we have, his dreadlocks could be tucked
up into that ski mask he's wearing. He has a history for using
people outside of the gang for his jobs as well. Do we know if Tama
is connected to him?”
"That's
something to explore in the interview Becky, good point. There are
two other people involved in this and Joseph Kingi could be one of
them. Now... does everybody know what role that he or she is
playing?” Everyone nodded “Good… Once AOS has secured the house and
Tama along with the firearm the arrest team can move in", Bridger
looked around the room for final questions. Seeing none, he gave
the order. "We move on the house at exactly ten hundred hours", he
said looking at Gary Stone who nodded his confirmation.
"Right, let’s
do this".
Chapter
Four
They
were back in Martin's room. Tama was still buzzing from his night
in the spotlight; Joseph had been more than happy to let him talk
back at the pad. He had sat with an amused smile on his face, like
that of a patronising uncle, when Tama had regaled the room with
his exploits. Martin watched as Joseph whispered in the ears of
those around him, no doubt belittling what Tama was saying. He
hated Joseph Kingi with his dreadlocked swagger; he hated the hold
he had over everyone, using fear to keep people in line. He did not
think Joseph understood what letting Tama talk like that would do.
With every detail cemented into Tama's head as legend, his self-
deceit would get bigger. Tama would fool himself into feeling like
someone he was not. He had longed for this type of
recognition.
Martin
new Tama would shout this story to anyone and everyone who would
listen, Tama the unwitting Judas in the group would bring everyone
down with his loose tongue, and Joseph was stoking the
fire.
Martin
had toyed with the idea of letting Tama know about the money, maybe
share it with him, he had changed his mind quickly when he realised
Tama's storytelling would lead right back to him and to
Joseph.
Tama had
always been good at sharing though. He remembered the times he had
gone to Tama's house in search of a safe place; Tama had always
looked at him with knowing eyes, as if he knew exactly what he was
going through. He had always given what little he had in an effort
to please Martin. Tama was always trying to please people, he did
not quite know where he fit in the chaotic world they lived in.
They had grown up together in a shared world of poverty and
hardship made worse by the weak minds of the predators that lived
amongst them. Tama was his best friend. Tama was also a time bomb
with its fuse lit, and as much as he loved his friend, he did not
want to be near him when he finally went off.
“ Pity we
didn’t get that money J man was talking about…” Tama was looking at
Martin without suspicion “We would have been rolling in it, still
can’t have everything right?”
Martin
did not reply. His eyes strayed to the frayed edge of carpet in the
corner of his room, a shot of guilt running through his blood. Tama
did not notice where he was looking, or what it meant.
“ Still,
if I get a patch then I won’t need it will I” Tama feigned a few
shadow punches at the wall, short breaths bursting from his mouth
like a boxer in training.
“ A patch
isn’t everything Tama, how much have those guys actually got… J man
is about the only one with a car.” Martin realised that his friend
was completely infatuated with the gang; if
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