“Good, now that will be £250, 000 like we agreed”
“Assuming all is in order”
He took out a pen-knife from his inside pocket and made a small slit in one of the bags; he rubbed a small amount of the white powder onto his gum.
“Very good” he went back to his own BMW, took out his own briefcase and handed it to the short man,
“I hope its all there” he said
“Of course it is! Hey, what was that?”
It was the faint sound of a police siren getting closer and closer. Both men rushed frantically to their cars but before they could step on the accelerator they were surrounded by 2 or 3 police cars. The police got out of their cars, using their doors as shields, their guns pointed at the two cars.
There was another siren as an armed response unit and a riot van pulled into the car park. The armed units positioned themselves around the car park, almost completely surrounding the 2 cars. There was an eerie silence across the deserted car park; you could almost hear the suspect’s heavy breathing. There was so much tension in the air it felt like you could physically cut it.
“Get out of your vehicle” blared the Superintendent of through a megaphone
“Come out with your hands on your head, all of you”
Nobody moved so the superintendent repeated himself:
“Come out with your hands on your head, all of you, NOW!”
It was a second which contained an eternity: the police surrounding the suspects, sub-machine guns aimed at the suspect’s cars, would they shoot and kill the 4 suspects instantly or, would the suspects abandon their plan and surrender quarter of a million pounds worth of drugs, and comply with the police orders? Once again an eerie silence descended upon the dark, foggy car park.
Then, suddenly, without warning, before anyone was able to stop him, there was the sound of screeching tyres and a furious engine as the short man stepped on the gas, trying to save his own skin. He sped directly into the gap between the police car and the riot van. At that second the armed police fired. All four of the car tyres were burst and the rear window was shattered.
“O.K! OK!” he shouted out of the window,
“I give up” and stepped out of his car, hands on his head as the Superintendent had requested, closely followed by the 2 other men in the car and the buyer. All four men were standing, surrounded by armed police all wearing bullet proof vests, guns still aimed directly towards them.
“Put those 2 in your car, him in that one and I’ll take the other one in mine” ordered the Superintendent. As the dealer and his men were led away towards two cars the superintendent whispered to the last man
“Good work Steve, that should put a stop to all this drug trouble”
Jak Money 10G1
