“Blimey”, said Eric, as he noshed on the pie and mash lunch at Cookes, the best pie shop in the East End of London. “Are you sure we can pull off a job like that?”
“Yeah, ‘course we can” answered Freddy, “As long as we’re not stupid and keep mum about it. You know the docks are on the Krays patch, yeah?”
The two were a couple of wide boys, living on their wits. Crafty and street smart, but intellectually challenged. The notorious Kray Twins were London’s Gangland Kings. They ruled over their manor with murder and a violence that made your blood curdle.
Eric and Freddy had not thought their plan through very carefully. They were known for their petty theft and some home burglaries, but they were not violent. This new hair-brained schemed involved holding up a container transporting electronics from Asia. The cargo would be unloaded down at the East India dock and transferred to a lorry destined for a warehouse in Milton Keynes. The problem was they had to organize a large enough transport to move the stuff and likely would need weapons to pull off a job this size. Neither of them had the contacts or the brains to mastermind something this big, and the docks were right in the middle of the Krays’ turf.
Eric suggested, “Lets go down to The Blind Beggar tonight for a couple of pints and maybe we’ll suss out out Jimmy the Fingers. ‘e usually knows what’s going down and maybe he can give us a lead on a couple of sawn off shotguns.”
“You know, you can be a right nutter when you wanna be”, said Freddy. “We’re going to get ourselves nicked by the Old Bill, messing with guns.”
He continued, “Worse still, if the Krays get wind of this we’ll end up wearing concrete shoes and feeding the fishes at the bottom the Thames.”
“Yeah, well… maybe you’ve got a point there”, said Eric. “ ‘ow about we knock over this pie shop instead? That till must be packed with cash”
Christine Bolton
In response to Three Things Challenge June 26: Nicked, Nutter, Nosh
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