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The gangsters did a gold heist. It was one with a difference. Though they could’ve successfully robbed a bank they were heavily surveilled and defended. Gold was in other places and it was quite valuable. It was used in electronic chips and systems when copper simply wasn’t good enough.
An example was the military using gold in a spy plane. If they only built two one off versions the cost was fine. It was the capability they brought. Compare this to a fighter plane manufacturer building 5,000 mid-price fighter planes. Copper wire was used to keep the cost down and bring in a profit.
Andrew was a hacker and he knew what systems used what metals. Joyce knew military equipment. Together they made a list of items or equipment that could be stolen for the gold wiring/chips. A small profit could be made if the operation went smoothly. They mentioned this to the other two gangsters.
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Driving down the A627 road, France floored his gun metal coloured Audi A4 gangster car to the max, reefing the steering wheel to swerve around a slow lorry. “You fucking cunt, get out of my way. I’ve got the Old Bill to evade!” he shouted, passing the slow vehicle at a hundred and twenty miles per hour. Still France accelerated, to freedom or so he thought.
Mounted high up on a metal post above the road, a CCTV unit picked up the speeding car going well over twice the speed limit. Many miles away in a comfy heated building, the camera operator zoomed in and monitored the car. Another drug runner judging by the car. Time to stop him and put out the call.
“This is Camera Unit 12. I’ve picked up a dark coloured German estate car doing double the speed limit heading north. Looks like another runner. Send the nearest Police unit to intercept him. I’ll update you, Camera Unit 12, out,” radioed the controller. The ball was set in motion. Would France escape?
“This is Traffic Cop 13 to Camera Unit 12. Come in, do you read me? I’m on it Camera Unit 12. I’m five miles southbound from the runner. I’ll go to the next roundabout and turn and pursue, over,” replied the nearest traffic cop to the urgent call to apprehend the suspect. In his nice shiny brand new Volvo V75, Jonny was a kick arse cop, albeit a new one, with just a year of service under his belt. He was given the job due to his intelligence and skill behind the wheel but mainly due to new rules which made the British Police have to employ three LGBT for every hundred straight staff.
Jonny sung to himself. His voice was out of tune but he didn’t care. The pursuit and prospect of action aroused him in subliminal ways. “My name is Carpet Fluff, I’m Carpet Fluff and I’m on the way to action. To action, to action, to action! Let me hear you say it people! Carpet Fluff is on the way to action, he wants some gay boy pumping action. Carpet Fluff is on the way, coming to get you criminal boy!”
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When I worked in Park Cake Bakery there was an interesting guy I worked with. His name was Eddy. Now Eddy had a very sharp mind, was an alpha male and had several scars on his face from old fights. It wasn’t his cake making or scars that got our attention; it was his professional criminal past. He was a bank robber who used guns to do it. They’d gone to a bank and made a withdrawal in the coolest way.
“Give us the cash or we’ll plug you! Fill up the bags. Used notes only.” The bank staff did as told just like in a gangster film.
And that was that. They had the cash and would’ve been best investing it in bricks and mortar Brink’s-Mat robbery style. The cops caught them later and he got serious jail time. Upon release he worked in the bakery. The guy who ran the work agency gave him a job as he was an ex copper and wanted to let Eddy have a chance going straight. And straight he went being a good worker.
Eddy’s first words to me were: “Hey mate, do I know you? From jail?”
I knew I had to be careful with this one, paranoia, sharp mind and he looked quite handy. I replied, “You know me now mate! How are you doing?”
We got on very well. Eddy told me some stories after one of the other lads, who was also quite handy but on a lower level told me of Eddy’s past. “He robs banks.”
I asked Eddy on this and he asked me who told me. I said one of the lads but I don’t want you hurting him. He was fine. I said I knew a bank robber when I was in the south before. They’re what I call alternative businessmen. They rob a bank and don’t have to be wage slaves. They know the risks and the cash is actually insured so is paid back to the bank.
There was in issue with a young Pakistani lad. Words were said as Eddy was close to a very pretty Asian lady who the lad also liked. There was a bit of pushing and shoving in the cake storage area. Later both said sorry and shook on it.
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What type of weapons do you use? For example gun types? Is it 9mm or also 45 or any make or type of gun? Is it pistol with a hand grip magazine or revolver? Are knives used when silence is needed? Are other weapons used? Do you use rifles or sub machine guns?
Answer: We use all sorts of weapons we can use or find or avail. I’ve got few...
What type activities or crimes are most common?
Answer: Drug dealing and racketeering and gambling these are the 3 very common criminal activities we go thru in every day of our lives. Murder/killings etc, are just a necessity for us.
Do you see yourself as a criminal, a gangster or alternative businessman?
Answer: Neither. I see myself as a businessman/CEO of our own business. We always thrive each day to always be affiliated with our group. We stay close and treat each other like brothers. And make money doing all sorts of dealing we could think of. That’s how our mini ‘empire’ started.
An operation was planned to rob a factory that made chips. It held a stock supply of them. This would be targeted. The factory was located in a northern city and was in a complex on its own.
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