He was on his way to pick someone up, someone who wasn't a regular customer at the mini cab service he worked for

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Iain Gill 10DM                English Set 1

Left Turn

It had been the prime ministers main reasoning for the no tolerance strategy. The tragic story of an innocent mini cab driver.

“Work. Sometimes you wish you could just pack up, win the lottery, and never have to work again. Not that you can plan winning the lottery. Jeez, life can be a bitch at times.” Mark reflected on some thoughts commonly shared by his work colleagues.

He was on his way to pick someone up, someone who wasn’t a regular customer at the mini cab service he worked for. The place was in a seedy part of town, he knew most of it well, but he was even lost when trying to find the place.

The whole area had reeked of a mixture of: urine, excrement, vomit, and another indistinguishable-but unpleasant-scent. The pavement had been piled high with an array of rubbish: nappies, food tins, paper, tin foil, needles, and pill bottles. The buildings were in a severe state of disrepair with either boarded up windows or no windows at all. Marks hand instinctively reached down for his Walther PPK handgun, he felt small and insignificant as the gangs wandered past, glaring at passers by, but the feel of his gun comforted him (although he had never fired any weapon in anger before).

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The pub to which he was directed, The Hammer & Anvil, seemed to be playing cat and mouse with him, every time he turned a corner he expected it to be there. Yet every time, instead of the pub, there was a brothel or “corner shops” that most probably were the source of the pill bottles and needles scattered across the road. Mark went on, driving, looking, checking with “base”, and cursing the customer whom he was searching for.

After a while he found himself in a different looking street. There weren’t the gangs, wasn’t any rubbish, wasn’t the smell, ...

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