Jack watched her go and smiled when she was gone. He was beginning to like her more and more. Turning back to his bike he checked the chain and the fuel before putting a lock on the wheel and shutting the garage door. He then walked back into the block of flats and up the stairs and into his flat, locking the door behind him. As he stepped in the smell of heating up curry and the sound of the microwave assaulted his senses. Either she was going to get a slap for stealing his food or she had just read his mind. Looking into the kitchen he saw she'd had grabbed one of the cokes. It was fine, he wanted a beer and the cokes were the leftovers from a friend anyway. Stepping into his room quickly he pulled a folder out from his bedside table. It was a brown taccy folder you would have find in any stationers however it contained some details on properties owned by one Darius Jerome. Darius was head of the Rollers. A predominantly black gang that came from one of the nastiest ends of London. Throwing the folder down onto the table he opened a beer, had a swig and then spoke.

[i]"I did say money on the table but nevermind. In this folder are the details to a guy we are interested. Darius Jerome. Big son of a bitch who runs a gang in Brixton. He is getting in on some gun running business and we want to know when and where he is getting these guns. All the details about his house and schedule are in there. You bring me anything on those deals and I will give you 750. If the info is good. Bogus info and you get fuck all."[/i]