It had been a long day for Jack, West Ham had just lost three nil and it had been a shite game. Riding back slowly he weaved in and out of traffic, glad for the small width of his bike. He had planned on heading home and having a kip however a call from the club had meant that he would have to put that off. Rob needed somebody to do a small time run to the Triads and everybody else was either busy or unreachable. Ah well he thought, win some lose some. He had just got some new parts for his bike sitting at home, beautiful chrome and he also needed them installed as soon as he could so they could wear in a little. This would have been the perfect run but alas time was not in his side. He did stop off at his apartment quickly however to pick up his piece, never knew what was going to happen with the triads and he always felt safer with it on him. Leaving he locked the doors and shouldered it to be sure it was secure. He had been robbed hundreds of times at foster homes and hated the feeling of knowing somebody else had been through your stuff. He nodded his farewell to the Tony, the building's handy man who was just finishing installing the new CCTV, designed to make Britain a safer place, or so they were told. Just big brother grabbing a tighter hold of our balls he thought to himself. As he pushed through the glass doors to his flats.