I eye balled the stuff on the table, “So what is it?” I asked, “RDX?”
“Semtex,” Imran said, “And there are mobile telephone timers.”
I eyeballed the stuff in the table, “Where?” I asked. Bhabhi “Ah my boys!” Kuptar exclaims as they burst in like the heroes in a bad Bollywood cop movie, “Please escort these gentlemen from my shop.”
I never knew what hit me, there was this cousin I never saw before and then I just went out like a light, but Nobby was made of better stuff, seems like Imran belted Nobby in the gut and Nobby puked all over his arm and then smacked Imran on the nose busting it and sending him sprawling, then like a true English gentleman Nobby legged it as fast as any eighteen stone fat bastard can leg it and headed for home, leaving Al to whack Imran’s cousin in the face with a ice cold two litre bottle of Coke
