Ryan Browling, a convicted murderer walked miserably up to his cell with a box of his belongings in his hands. He glanced at all the other convicts in his quarter, and an unimpressed look fell on his face. His cell mate Jim Mcgarther, was an old associate of his. .
"Ryan" Jim shouted in an astonished cry. "aight mate, how you been" said Ryan in his cockney accent ordinarily. "what a coincidence, you know, you being in here with me" Jim said, still astonished . "Yeah, it is funny what you can do if you have a bit of cash lying about", they both laugh. .
The next two months were fairly normal for them both, until one day while they were on a break, Ryan saw that two large black men were approaching them, Ryan consulted Jim cautiously "what is happening over there". "someone is going to be knifed" whispered Jim, as they both watched their surroundings, Ryan could see that they were aiming to stab someone in their direction. "they are after me" Ryan warily got up and took of his jacket, he then turned his back away from the men and rolled his jacket up around his left hand. "Tell me when he takes out his knife and which hand it is in". Jim nodded nervously, ten seconds past and Jim spoke with a stutter "right hand, ten metres" He patiently waited for a few seconds then he swiftly turned around and grabbed the knife, he then swung at the other mans face, but Jim was too startled to help. Ryan ended up on the floor, but before long three shots were heard as the officers rushed to help. .
"Someone wants me dead, and that someone wont stop until I am dead". "who would want you dead, I mean , you don't have any enemies right" replied Jim. "O I've got enemies alright" said Ryan laughing. "you see when you were in here, me and Old Kandy was in this gang, we planned to rob this jewellery store. But we knew very little about it, the owner was a guy called falloway, one of the greatest bank robbers in his time.
