SkinMarvin Gay Stories

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Oi Ladz

This is me first ever story, so the usual "be nice to me or I'll cry" rules apply... either that or I set Charlie and his mob on ya...

Cheers
Dreckskin

Chapter 1

Anthony, in spite of it all, still enjoyed working in plain clothes branch. After several mundane jobs - mostly involving financial fraud and tax evasion - he was called late one Friday afternoon into the Superintendant's office.

"Anthony we need to take you off financial and put you on to something a bit more hands-on", was all the Super could say before Anthony broke into a smile. "Great, Boss, what's the story?" "We need you to go incognito for a bit up north. We have our eye on a band of gangsters that we want you to follow." Andy continued to beam. "You can stop smiling, Anthony, these blokes are dangerous and all we want you to do is follow and take notes and report back to us here."

He felt only a little bit deflated when his Superintendant explained to him that he was specially picked because he looked so "normal". He had joked with the Super that it was a good job that his girlfriend hadn't agreed with their assessment. Anthony was, though, very very "normal". Being plain clothes, he could get away with wearing what he liked at work most days, and chose to usually wear casual sportswear and trainers or when it was colder, black jeans and shoes. He had one gold stud in his left ear (which made him a bit rebellious, or so he thought), and wore his hair in a pretty nondescript style, much like he did since he was a schoolboy. At 32 years of age, he wasn't about to change his grooming habits now. His girlfriend Rachel was always on at him to "smarten up a bit and come into the nineties", even though it was already 2002!

"These guys are clever, Anthony, though and we want you to take precautions. We want you to go up there for two weeks and two weeks only. You're not to make contact with any of the guys you're tailing, just observe their whereabouts and movements and report everything back here after the two weeks. During the time you're away, you won't contact your family or Rachel or even us here at the office. Take one of the mobile phones with you and only keep the local station's number saved in it - under a friends name of course. The local nick have been informed that you'll be working on their patch, so you'll be left alone unless you need them."

Anthony was beside himself with excitement, and more than a bit keen after getting his bellyful of financial fraund over the last six months. He went straight from the Super's office down to the basement to be briefed on the mob he was to spy on for the next two weeks.

Skinheads? The Super hadn't said anything about Skinheads. Anthony sat back in the chair after looking at all the mugshots he was supposed to spot in a strange town he'd never been to before and wondered how he was going to start. He didn't know much about skinheads - there were a few he'd seen about the West End but didn't think they'd harm anyone. He knew that the cult had started in the early 70s and had all but died out, or so he thought.

He took a load of material with him and went home for the evening. These skinheads were everything he wasn't. Rebellious, toughlooking, mean, hard. The more Anthony read about these hooligans, the more Anthony's heart started to pound. The gang were involved in petty crime and pretty much had the town at their mercy. They took and got what they wanted, never paying or never saying thank you.

Well, he thought to himself, no backing out now. The next morning he caught his train up north, telling his beloved Rachel that he'd been asked to fill in the last place on a firearms course in Manchester at the last minute. She believed him, of course, she always did. Anthony felt a bit guilty about lying but he was careful to follow the Super's instructions to the letter.

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