A Strange Meeting On a bone chilling Friday morning in December, 2000 a tall hooded man got out of a Toyota Supra

A Strange Meeting

On a bone chilling Friday morning in December, 2000 a tall hooded man got out of a Toyota Supra in the suburbs of London. I was hiding behind a large garbage bin. I came to know that a fight was going to happen between the two most famous gangs in London, The Eagles and The Scorpions. As it was foggy I could not figure out who the man was who got out of a Toyota Supra. But he seemed to be a six foot tall man, wearing a knuckle puncher on his right hand a dazzling Rolex on his left. He was in his mid twenties. He was wearing sleeveless black top and blue Versace jeans. He seemed to be waiting for some one. As the weather got clear, I recognised him as Roger, the leader of The Eagles gang. This was the first time I saw him so closely. His car was parked just 50 feet away I saw that he had black skin and had freckled arms. I could see his blood thirsty eyes through his balaclava.

Then there was a distant rumble of a car and then a Ferrari came rushing past and skidded around and stopped. A short black man leapt out of the Ferrari and had a notorious look on his face. He appeared to be in his early twenties. He took out a Nokia 6680 out from his pocket and spoke to some one in a very low pitch. This man was about five feet five inches, braided hair, and broad shoulders and had twinkling brown eyes. He was wearing jet black Nike track suit. Seeing a mole on his forehead, I recognised him as William, known as Will. He advanced towards Roger and shortly got into a very heated argument with him. There was swearing and crossing all around the place.

Roger was so angry that I could see his vein on the temple swelling and when he could bear Will any more, he took out a dazzling razor sharp dagger and was about to stab Will. He raised his dagger, I closed my eyes and I heard a loud detonation. There was a gun shot and smoke all around. When the smoke cleared a bit, I saw that Roger was shot in the arm. William shot him in the arm but still Roger was strong enough to knock William out cold. William was ...

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I suddenly rushed towards Roger’s Supra, got him in and was about to move when I heard the police car. I drove in the other direction, took a short cut and reached home. I used to live alone. I had no blood relation in this world except for my four friends. I didn’t know what to do, I could not call the police because he was wanted and there was a price of £1000 pounds on him so I immediately called my friends. I first called Alan. I told Alan to inform Jordan, David and Joseph. Alan was studying medicine hence I called him first. When he arrived, he was surprised to see Roger lying on a bed. He immediately got to work and after two and a half hours, got the bullet out.

The next day, he was fine, he was awestruck. He was wondering how a 19 year old saved a notorious thug. It sounded weird when such a great person (he was my inspirational hero. I always dreamt to meet him in person.) Was thanking a 19 year old. It was a pleasant scorching afternoon. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. All five of us were petrified for a second or two. The knocks kept on continuing. Finally I took a deep breath and in a firm accent, “who is it?” and there was a reply “pizza hut!!!!!” I went phewwww!!! And got the pizzas upstairs, while eating, Roger was talking,” how come you guys have interest in this stuff?” and he was looking at me. I said “I always wanted to be different from others. I wanted people not to take me for granted; I wanted people to respect me”. “But there are other ways to gain respec…..”BOOM!!! There was a loud blast downstairs. Joseph was shouting “RUN! RUN!” Will had found us and was pacing upstairs. Will and his 3 gangsters were running upstairs. Roger was ready with his gun and there was a brutal fight. There was blood and destruction every where. Finally we (Roger, Joseph, Alan, Jordan, David and me) managed to knock out the intruders but we were terribly wounded. Finally Roger took out his ninja knife and plunged it in Will’s bosom.

“Out quickly get out!!!” roared Roger. We spend our night in a stable. Next morning, the first thing Roger did was that he got out his LG U8130 and called some one and then ordered us to move to King’s Cross. I didn’t understand why but followed him. When he ordered some thing, he had such a fierce expression that nobody dared to disobey him.

course workWhen we reached the station, we were so excited from yesterday’s adventure that we got into a private conversation (Joseph, me, Alan, Jordan and David) and each us wanted to say some thing to Roger but we were hesitating. Finally I collected all my courage and approached Roger. I said “err Roger...; Roger said yeah, I said “can we …..err…can …we people join you’re ……..erring …join your gang.” As soon as he heard this, he had a blank expression my heart was smiling but not when I got a dizzy slap. He seemed to be angry. “You want to be like me?” he shouted. Do you know how it feels to be a gangster? For you youngsters it is an adventure but for me I roar around with my life in my hand. When you look at me, this

Rolex, this Versace and you think ooh what a rich man but only I know how poor I am from inside. I have spoilt my life in this game and won’t put your people’s life at stack”. There was silence for about three seconds. Then Roger hastily caught my hand, slammed the tickets to Manchester in my hand and a £10000 pound cheque and said to my face “There’s your tickets and money to buy a house”. Then he gave us all a stern look and said to our face “GOOD BYE”. I was shocked and confused. I never expected such a spoilt person to guide us on the right path. Now I am 59 years old and Roger’s words are still in my mind.

Mohammed Hasnain

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