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a brief slice of modern life.

Submitted: September 24, 2014

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~~MODERN LIFE ONE.

~~Drip.
"Sarge!" the radio crackled into life, "I see him at the other end of the bridge."
"Where?" Sergeant Colin Davies peered through the beamers window screen to the road bridge over the Thames.  He thumbed send on the handset, "You sure Peters, I can't fucking see him!"
"By the shop next to the bus stop sarge."
Colin looked again. There outside the newsagents on the opposite side of the bridge he picked out a tall burly man in his 40`s dressed in Jeans and a leather jacket. Peters, a sallow faced, athletic man with a mop of fair hair was a few feet behind him.
"I see him. Hold your position." Colin said into the receiver. "When she leaves work and takes the bus you follow. I`ll be at her stop and if, and I say IF, he follows her again we take the bastard. Oh, and we make sure she can't hear it. I don't want her alarmed or aware of it in any way. Clear?"
"Sarge."
Colin wound the car window down and lit a cigarette. He ran his hand through his head of grey hair and sighed. It had been a long day, full of ugliness and incident and all he really wanted to do was get to the nearest pub and get very drunk, as doctor Johnston once said, to "Forget the pain of being human."
He`d been a policeman for over thirty five years and the job was finally getting to him. He cared too much. He now rarely slept well, drunk like a fish with a terrible thirst and his health was beginning to wilt. Deep down he knew he was near unravelling.
Drip.
He pulled hungrily on his cigarette and thought about the man at the end of the bridge. He still hadn't made his mind up about him and couldn`t work out if he was from the ugly side of life, a crazy wandering the streets or simply a man taking the 747 bus service into Richmond. A man that might be wanting to get home to the crazy, zany excitement of sitting in a teddy bear onesy with his dearest wife (dressed as snoopy) as they watched the omnibus edition of "East enders" or "Big Brother."
Drip.
Last week a bus driver had called in saying that each night a man seemed to be following a blind woman home. Due to government cuts, bodyguard duties to celebrities who deserved to be murdered (slowly), lack of trained personal and plain old fashioned incompetence there were far too few police on the street to answer every enquiry.
So it had been a week before any action had been taken and a plain clothes officer had also taken the ride on the 747 going into the tired, faded suburbs of London. 
The officer had determined that the man was following Mrs Harrison, a 42 year old accountant. He`d tried to talk to the man when he got off at the same stop as Mrs Harrison. However she had been greeted by a group of friends and in the confusion the man had hurried off.
Colin had seen it all before. The flotsam and jetsam of life in all its myriad colours, contours and shapes. He`d dealt with bankers on the piss celebrating fixing the mortgage rates for half the population, (and getting bonus`s for it), junkies, druggies, misfits, ordinary citizens gone crazy, football hooligans, corporate slime wanting someone arrested for simply looking at them. Bent lawyers and public servants serving no one but themselves. Old folks mugged for 70 pence and the pond life that had mugged them. A lifetime of dealing with Arseholes and the Angels they preyed on and all sorts in-between the two camps.
Colin had certainly been around long enough to recognise something out of place when he saw it. So he`d pulled Peters of bodyguard duties to help detain the man if he followed Mrs Harrison again today.
Drip.
He glanced to his watch. 5.05 pm. It wouldn't be long before she left work and started her journey home. He turned to look to her workplace and in the same instant she came through the doors.
Susan Harrison was a tall elegant, brown haired woman dressed in an expensive business suit. She said goodbye to a few of her colleagues then turned and using her stick to feel the pavement before her she headed for the bridge just 40 metres away.
After so much many years of having to size people up in a glance on a day to day, hourly basis, Colin was far more of an expert than any professor of body language at judging people. He looked to Mrs Harrison, saw her brisk step, and the way her white cane flittered from side to side like a drunken butterfly to judge the pavement. She made a difficult physical task look so, so easy and he read her self confidence, athleticism and poise.
Colin watched as she walked towards the other commuters heading towards the shops and bus stop on the other side of the river. He picked up the handset. "Peters pick up."
"Sarge."
"She`s walking over the bridge. See her?"
"Got her."
"You know what to do?"
"Stop him for questioning if he gets off at the same stop and follows."
"I`ll be at her stop."
"Sarge."
Drip.
Colin watched Mrs Harrison go to the bus stop to join what was already a sizable crowd waiting for the 747 service. He could clearly see her talking to another woman and behind her the man hanging back from the others at the bus stop. He guessed that, as normal, the bus service was shot to hell and judged from the crowd that the "ten minute service" hadn`t come for at least half hour.
Within a few minutes not one, but three, double Decker's working the 747 route arrived. It was difficult to see properly as the buses bulk obscured the view but Colin was sure the man had walked quickly to join Ms Harrison.
"Sarge" Came Peters whispered voice on the radio, "She`s on the second, he`s got on with her and is about five seats away. The bus is full."
"Received, We`ll swing in behind you." Colin turned to his driver, Roger Wilkins, a bald, stick thin, tough looking man in his late 30`s. "Rog, make like the English version of an American cop movie."
"What do you mean boss?"
"Follow that fucking bus."
In London traffic that was easier said than done. The lights turned green and by the time Wilkins sung the beamer out into the flow the 747 was already out of sight and heading to Richmond
"Look at them." Wilkins said as they went past a bus stop further down the road with a small crowd waiting. "Poor bastards. They been sitting there half hour then two full buses roar past."
Colin spun and looked. He tried not to chuckle at the group as they peered up the road. He read the quiet desperation mixed with hope in their looks as they gazed down the road at the third one approaching wondering if it would stop.
Drip.
It took Wilkins nearly two minutes to catch Mrs Harrisons 747. He swung the BMW around a parked van and fell into traffic four cars behind the bus. With nothing much else to do before the bus reached Mrs. Harrison`s stop Colin and Wilkins talked about football.
"So Rog, what you think about making Rooney England captain then mate?"
"Inevitable and about fucking time init?"
"You think ol` Shrek will cut the mustard then?"
"Course he will! He`s got summing to prove and is still one of the best in the world, no matter what they say, boss." Wilkins blasted the horn as some maniac in a Lexus suddenly pulled around him and cut into the traffic. "Bloody hell, even Lewis Hamilton wouldn't have chanced that! Fucking lunatic!"
Drip.
"Lets get him nicked shall we?"
"Deserves it driving like that boss. He left no room for error. He was lucky."
"You know the traffic mob round here Rog, make it so."
"Pleasure boss." Roger grinned. He picked up the radio and within a minute he`d given details and the Lexus`s number plate to a nearby traffic unit.
"Now where was we Rog?" Colin said. "Oh yeah, Shrek. So it don`t bother you that as a youth he was caught bang to rights with a 40 year old hooker dressed in pvc?"
"Why should it?" Wilkins shrugged, "Rights of passage stuff init? Show me any young straight man of 19 that says he hasn`t at least thought about it and I'll show you a fucking liar."
"Perhaps," Colin smiled, "But is his other urges that worry me."
"Like?"
"He`s from Liverpool, and the fine borough of Croxteth at that. Just cos he`s England captain it won't stop him going out to rob cars. Its inbred up there and they are at the top of their profession. He`ll want to keep his hand in for when his footy career is over. What if he gets caught like he did with the hookers? Imagine the shame to this err....fine country."
Wilkins was about to reply when the radio cut in.
"Sarge, sarge pick up!"
"I`m here, what gives?"
"Fucking Beaky`s just got on the bus. And he`s got Minty in tow."
Drip.
"What! You sure?"
"Oh come on Sarge, How often do you see some geezer that looks like a cross between Bruce Forsyth and a penguin, with a bald King Kong at his side? No one`s got a fucking bugle on em like Beaky."
Colin thought fast. "Does the Inspector know you`re there?"
"Not yet, I saw him at the stop and scarpered upstairs when he got on. I can see downstairs using the upstairs mirrors."
"Good work. If he's got bloody Minty with him I doubt if he's just popping out to the shops for some fags. That mans a fucking lunatic, he belongs in broad more for fucks sake not the SPG!"
"What do I do?"
"Keep your eye on Ms Harrison but out of the inspectors sight. Many passengers got off yet?"
"A few Sarge. Theres standing room only."
"I`ll be getting on at the next stop. Where's the inspector?"
"First floor. In one of the seats at the back."
""Mrs Harrison and the suspect?"
"She`s half way down and he's two rows behind her."
"Ok, over and out." Colin turned to Wilkins. "Rog, get me in front of that fucking bus. Fast."
Drip.
Wilkins had been a police driver for nearly twenty years and knew all the tricks. Within thirty seconds he`d swung the beamer out into the opposite carriageway and made a dash through a gap in traffic to slot in expertly two cars behind the 747. A hundred yards later he put the pedal to the metal and the BMW roared around the cars and bus. A quarter mile down the road he pulled up and let Colin out.
Colin jogged to the nearby bus stop, he turned his radio off as he saw the bus coming down the road towards him. He glanced to the other passengers at the stop. Most were business people, some builders, a few were students along with a couple of moms pushing Buggies each with kids in tow. One, a tousled haired three year old , was screaming demanding a comic and a lolly from a shop. He might have been young, but he was already manipulative enough to try public embarrassment to get his way with his mother.
Drip.
"Trainee celebrity," Colin thought as he watched the young mom quieten her child with gleeful threats of removing his telly then strangling him.
The 747 pulled up. Colin had worked crowds for years and could push his way into any without even seeming to. He helped a mother get her buggy on and then slipped in to get his ticket behind her. Quickly he walked to the centre of the bus, he saw all the seats were taken and so grabbed a rail and held on as the bus started to move again.
Drip.
Colin slowly looked around and studied the passengers. Pretending to glance around at the streets and people as the bus passed. He saw the Inspector and Minty on the rear seats. Both were peering to him and the Inspector had his head turned to one side talking into the radio.
He ignored them and glanced to Mrs Harrison. She was talking to a middle aged woman at her side. Colin took in her expensive suit, her diamond wedding ring, her elegance and her friendly conversation with a total stranger.
Slowly he turned his gaze to the suspect a few seats behind. He spent a long time sizing him up. He guessed he was about 45 and from his build, ruddy complexion and the air of well being about him placed him as a manual worker of some sort.
The more Colin secretly studied him the more convinced he became that whatever he was the man was no threat to anyone, and certainly not from the ugly walk of life. He engaged in easy conversation with the elderly woman seated at his side and appeared relaxed and easy going with no hint of intensity or ill intent about him.
Colin saw the quick glances the man gave Mrs Harrison. He tried to place the expressions he saw, but at first he couldn`t read them as they seemed so commonplace and ordinary. Then the bus went over a bump and he saw the man`s eyes open in shock as Mrs Harrison lurched forward a little, unprepared for the small jump. Colin glanced to the man's hands and that's when he knew what his game was.
Drip.
Colin turned away, saw with horror that Mrs Harrisons stop was coming up. He flipped his radio back on, found the open channel and whispered, "All nearby respond."
"Why have you been ignoring my hails?" the inspectors whispered voice cut in.
"Sorry sir, but I was taking in the situation."
"I have it under control. When he gets off we will take him. I believe he might be the perpetrator of some attacks in the area."
"I know it looks like that sir, but I doubt it, I`m sure he's...."
"My information is solid." Beaky cut him off, "He fits the description and the profile."
"Sir, with respect I know he does but I'm sure we`ve got the wrong man."
"You question my authority?"
"No sir, but.."
"Good. Now at the stop Sergeant Macomb will arrest the man. You will assist him. I will ensure Mrs Harrison is safe. Are we clear?"
"Sir it's not him! Will you please bloody liste..."
"Are we clear!" The inspector hissed.
"Yes sir," Colin said through gritted teeth. He saw the 747 pull into the kerb and slow to a halt.
Drip.
Colin flicked the radio to Peters call sign. "Get your bloody arse down here and follow my lead ok?"
"Sarge."
A few passengers rose and Colin swung into the line as those departing moved through the standing passengers towards the exit. Just before he got off the bus he looked back and saw Mrs Harrison expertly using the stick to thread her way through the passengers, the man close behind her. A Bruce forsthye look alike and a huge bald man following behind. Peters was caught up in the crowd at the stairs.
As Colin got off the bus he took his surroundings in at a glimpse. He was at a bus stop with a shelter and a seat just before a major roundabout. Some  15 people including a group of emo punks kids dressed in pink and black clothing were waiting to get on. He moved away and let them pass as the group pushed forward. A small crowd were between him and the bus as Mrs Harrison followed by Beaky and Minty stepped of the 747.
Drip.
That's when it all went pear shaped. Badly pear shaped.
Surrounded by the youths Colin was unable to move. He watched helpless as Beaky leapt off the bus. The Inspector had spent the last 15 years flying a desk and it showed. High on adrenaline he rushed forward towards Mrs Harrison, leaving Minty in his wake.
"Get out the bloody way!" Colin shouted to the emos but they had I-pods on and couldn't hear him. In desperation he surged through them bowling a spotty faced youth over to the ground. Even then he could see he was going to be too late.
Drip. 
The suspect realised Beaky was heading for Mrs Harrison and moved to block his path. Minty saw that and with a bellow ran forward.
The suspect didn't hesitate. A straight right hand exploded on Beakies nose sending him backwards into the emos and another youth went down. Even in the chaos Colin was able to see the man obviously had training of some sort for the punch had been from the shoulder not a wild haymaker.
Then Minty was on the man trying to grapple.
Drip. 
Colin was still ten feet away in a sea of pink and black when the suspect smashed a head butt to Minties face stunning the giant. Two quick punches followed, one to the stomach then an uppercut that straightened Minty up and sent him spinning into the emo`s taking another down. 
A ripple went through the crowd and Colin was unable to stop himself tripping over spotty face on the deck. As he fell his head struck the seat at the bus stop stunning him.
Drip.
From the ground he watched it all play out.
Mrs Harrison had heard the animal shouts and roars and turned. "Kev!" She screamed.
"Run!" the man shouted as Beaky, Minty and Peters wrestled him to the ground.
But she was made of sterner stuff and that was her husband being attacked. Three quick steps and she was there, her cane snaked out catching Beakies ruined, bleeding nose by chance. He howled and jumped up arms outstretched to grab her. Her knee sunk into his groin and he slumped, taking her down with him.
Drip.
It took a long time to sort out at the station....
Kevin and Susan Harrison had been married for 17 years when Susan had began to lose her sight. Just as Colin had guessed, unknown to Susan (after some pond life had tried to mug her on her way home) Kevin always took the bus to see she was safe. Whilst he`d every confidence in her abilities he didn't want to hurt her pride so he`d never told her he took the 747 with her.
Drip.
With growing anger Colin listened as Beaky tried to pin all the blame on him, claiming he`d not tried to intervene in any way or inform him of his guess`s. 
In stunned disbelief Colin listened as Beaky insisted Kevin Harrison be charged on two counts of GBH and pay damages to himself and Minty. His reasoning was that Kevin, an army Physical fitness instructor and self defence expert, had failed to give a clear warning of his skills, as required by law.
Drip.
That was the final drop of water that caused Colin`s cup to overflow. A red mist (fuelled by a little whiskey from his desk draw) descended and it took five officers to pull him off the inspector who`d gone a funny shade of blue from Colin`s hands about his neck. 

Kevin Harrison was cautioned, and barely escaped being made personally liable for the Inspector and Sergeant Macombs  injuries. He lost his job in the army and was dishonourably discharged.

Susan Harrison got six months probation.

Beaky was off work for five months on paid leave and got £56,000 compensation from the police fund, for "Traumatic shock," and to repair his bugle. A major job of reconstruction.
 
Minty got a medal for bravery and £72,000 to repair his face.

Colin was forced to resign and accept a half pension. He was also made personally liable for spotty faces "injuries" and had to shell out all his savings.

Two of the emo`s called "No win, no fees" lawyers they had seen on telly. One got £7,000 the other £4,560 even though both were back on the streets the same evening scoring some puff from a dealer friend. The lawyers got far more..

Another emo youth had a smart father who knew a smarter lawyer. They took a civil suit out against Kevin Harrison and in court Minty backed their case. He got a brown envelope with £3,000 inside. The emo received £12,000 with Kevin forced to pay all court costs.
At present this is going to the court of appeal.

The Lexus driver had money and his brief got him off claiming he was dashing to his grannies place because she had called him saying she had set herself on fire.

Colin drunk himself to death.

Now pump in,  "Death of Ian Tomlinson," or, "Death of Jean Charles de Menezes," on wiki if you think this story is farfetched.

Drip.
"Sarge!" the radio crackled into life, "I see him at the other end of the bridge."
"Where?" Sergeant Colin Davies peered through the beamers window screen to the road bridge over the Thames.  He thumbed send on the handset, "You sure Peters, I can't fucking see him!"
"By the shop next to the bus stop sarge."
Colin looked again. There outside the newsagents on the opposite side of the bridge he picked out a tall burly man in his 40`s dressed in Jeans and a leather jacket. Peters, a sallow faced, athletic man with a mop of fair hair was a few feet behind him.
"I see him. Hold your position." Colin said into the receiver. "When she leaves work and takes the bus you follow. I`ll be at her stop and if, and I say IF, he follows her again we take the bastard. Oh, and we make sure she can't hear it. I don't want her alarmed or aware of it in any way. Clear?"
"Sarge."
Colin wound the car window down and lit a cigarette. He ran his hand through his head of grey hair and sighed. It had been a long day, full of ugliness and incident and all he really wanted to do was get to the nearest pub and get very drunk, as doctor Johnston once said, to "Forget the pain of being human."
He`d been a policeman for over thirty five years and the job was finally getting to him. He cared too much. He now rarely slept well, drunk like a fish with a terrible thirst and his health was beginning to wilt. Deep down he knew he was near unravelling.
Drip.
He pulled hungrily on his cigarette and thought about the man at the end of the bridge. He still hadn't made his mind up about him and couldn`t work out if he was from the ugly side of life, a crazy wandering the streets or simply a man taking the 747 bus service into Richmond. A man that might be wanting to get home to the crazy, zany excitement of sitting in a teddy bear onesy with his dearest wife (dressed as snoopy) as they watched the omnibus edition of "East enders" or "Big Brother."
Drip.
Last week a bus driver had called in saying that each night a man seemed to be following a blind woman home. Due to government cuts, bodyguard duties to celebrities who deserved to be murdered (slowly), lack of trained personal and plain old fashioned incompetence there were far too few police on the street to answer every enquiry.
So it had been a week before any action had been taken and a plain clothes officer had also taken the ride on the 747 going into the tired, faded suburbs of London. 
The officer had determined that the man was following Mrs Harrison, a 42 year old accountant. He`d tried to talk to the man when he got off at the same stop as Mrs Harrison. However she had been greeted by a group of friends and in the confusion the man had hurried off.
Colin had seen it all before. The flotsam and jetsam of life in all its myriad colours, contours and shapes. He`d dealt with bankers on the piss celebrating fixing the mortgage rates for half the population, (and getting bonus`s for it), junkies, druggies, misfits, ordinary citizens gone crazy, football hooligans, corporate slime wanting someone arrested for simply looking at them. Bent lawyers and public servants serving no one but themselves. Old folks mugged for 70 pence and the pond life that had mugged them. A lifetime of dealing with Arseholes and the Angels they preyed on and all sorts in-between the two camps.
Colin had certainly been around long enough to recognise something out of place when he saw it. So he`d pulled Peters of bodyguard duties to help detain the man if he followed Mrs Harrison again today.
Drip.
He glanced to his watch. 5.05 pm. It wouldn't be long before she left work and started her journey home. He turned to look to her workplace and in the same instant she came through the doors.
Susan Harrison was a tall elegant, brown haired woman dressed in an expensive business suit. She said goodbye to a few of her colleagues then turned and using her stick to feel the pavement before her she headed for the bridge just 40 metres away.
After so much many years of having to size people up in a glance on a day to day, hourly basis, Colin was far more of an expert than any professor of body language at judging people. He looked to Mrs Harrison, saw her brisk step, and the way her white cane flittered from side to side like a drunken butterfly to judge the pavement. She made a difficult physical task look so, so easy and he read her self confidence, athleticism and poise.
Colin watched as she walked towards the other commuters heading towards the shops and bus stop on the other side of the river. He picked up the handset. "Peters pick up."
"Sarge."
"She`s walking over the bridge. See her?"
"Got her."
"You know what to do?"
"Stop him for questioning if he gets off at the same stop and follows."
"I`ll be at her stop."
"Sarge."
Drip.
Colin watched Mrs Harrison go to the bus stop to join what was already a sizable crowd waiting for the 747 service. He could clearly see her talking to another woman and behind her the man hanging back from the others at the bus stop. He guessed that, as normal, the bus service was shot to hell and judged from the crowd that the "ten minute service" hadn`t come for at least half hour.
Within a few minutes not one, but three, double Decker's working the 747 route arrived. It was difficult to see properly as the buses bulk obscured the view but Colin was sure the man had walked quickly to join Ms Harrison.
"Sarge" Came Peters whispered voice on the radio, "She`s on the second, he`s got on with her and is about five seats away. The bus is full."
"Received, We`ll swing in behind you." Colin turned to his driver, Roger Wilkins, a bald, stick thin, tough looking man in his late 30`s. "Rog, make like the English version of an American cop movie."
"What do you mean boss?"
"Follow that fucking bus."
In London traffic that was easier said than done. The lights turned green and by the time Wilkins sung the beamer out into the flow the 747 was already out of sight and heading to Richmond
"Look at them." Wilkins said as they went past a bus stop further down the road with a small crowd waiting. "Poor bastards. They been sitting there half hour then two full buses roar past."
Colin spun and looked. He tried not to chuckle at the group as they peered up the road. He read the quiet desperation mixed with hope in their looks as they gazed down the road at the third one approaching wondering if it would stop.
Drip.
It took Wilkins nearly two minutes to catch Mrs Harrisons 747. He swung the BMW around a parked van and fell into traffic four cars behind the bus. With nothing much else to do before the bus reached Mrs. Harrison`s stop Colin and Wilkins talked about football.
"So Rog, what you think about making Rooney England captain then mate?"
"Inevitable and about fucking time init?"
"You think ol` Shrek will cut the mustard then?"
"Course he will! He`s got summing to prove and is still one of the best in the world, no matter what they say, boss." Wilkins blasted the horn as some maniac in a Lexus suddenly pulled around him and cut into the traffic. "Bloody hell, even Lewis Hamilton wouldn't have chanced that! Fucking lunatic!"
Drip.
"Lets get him nicked shall we?"
"Deserves it driving like that boss. He left no room for error. He was lucky."
"You know the traffic mob round here Rog, make it so."
"Pleasure boss." Roger grinned. He picked up the radio and within a minute he`d given details and the Lexus`s number plate to a nearby traffic unit.
"Now where was we Rog?" Colin said. "Oh yeah, Shrek. So it don`t bother you that as a youth he was caught bang to rights with a 40 year old hooker dressed in pvc?"
"Why should it?" Wilkins shrugged, "Rights of passage stuff init? Show me any young straight man of 19 that says he hasn`t at least thought about it and I'll show you a fucking liar."
"Perhaps," Colin smiled, "But is his other urges that worry me."
"Like?"
"He`s from Liverpool, and the fine borough of Croxteth at that. Just cos he`s England captain it won't stop him going out to rob cars. Its inbred up there and they are at the top of their profession. He`ll want to keep his hand in for when his footy career is over. What if he gets caught like he did with the hookers? Imagine the shame to this err....fine country."
Wilkins was about to reply when the radio cut in.
"Sarge, sarge pick up!"
"I`m here, what gives?"
"Fucking Beaky`s just got on the bus. And he`s got Minty in tow."
Drip.
"What! You sure?"
"Oh come on Sarge, How often do you see some geezer that looks like a cross between Bruce Forsyth and a penguin, with a bald King Kong at his side? No one`s got a fucking bugle on em like Beaky."
Colin thought fast. "Does the Inspector know you`re there?"
"Not yet, I saw him at the stop and scarpered upstairs when he got on. I can see downstairs using the upstairs mirrors."
"Good work. If he's got bloody Minty with him I doubt if he's just popping out to the shops for some fags. That mans a fucking lunatic, he belongs in broad more for fucks sake not the SPG!"
"What do I do?"
"Keep your eye on Ms Harrison but out of the inspectors sight. Many passengers got off yet?"
"A few Sarge. Theres standing room only."
"I`ll be getting on at the next stop. Where's the inspector?"
"First floor. In one of the seats at the back."
""Mrs Harrison and the suspect?"
"She`s half way down and he's two rows behind her."
"Ok, over and out." Colin turned to Wilkins. "Rog, get me in front of that fucking bus. Fast."
Drip.
Wilkins had been a police driver for nearly twenty years and knew all the tricks. Within thirty seconds he`d swung the beamer out into the opposite carriageway and made a dash through a gap in traffic to slot in expertly two cars behind the 747. A hundred yards later he put the pedal to the metal and the BMW roared around the cars and bus. A quarter mile down the road he pulled up and let Colin out.
Colin jogged to the nearby bus stop, he turned his radio off as he saw the bus coming down the road towards him. He glanced to the other passengers at the stop. Most were business people, some builders, a few were students along with a couple of moms pushing Buggies each with kids in tow. One, a tousled haired three year old , was screaming demanding a comic and a lolly from a shop. He might have been young, but he was already manipulative enough to try public embarrassment to get his way with his mother.
Drip.
"Trainee celebrity," Colin thought as he watched the young mom quieten her child with gleeful threats of removing his telly then strangling him.
The 747 pulled up. Colin had worked crowds for years and could push his way into any without even seeming to. He helped a mother get her buggy on and then slipped in to get his ticket behind her. Quickly he walked to the centre of the bus, he saw all the seats were taken and so grabbed a rail and held on as the bus started to move again.
Drip.
Colin slowly looked around and studied the passengers. Pretending to glance around at the streets and people as the bus passed. He saw the Inspector and Minty on the rear seats. Both were peering to him and the Inspector had his head turned to one side talking into the radio.
He ignored them and glanced to Mrs Harrison. She was talking to a middle aged woman at her side. Colin took in her expensive suit, her diamond wedding ring, her elegance and her friendly conversation with a total stranger.
Slowly he turned his gaze to the suspect a few seats behind. He spent a long time sizing him up. He guessed he was about 45 and from his build, ruddy complexion and the air of well being about him placed him as a manual worker of some sort.
The more Colin secretly studied him the more convinced he became that whatever he was the man was no threat to anyone, and certainly not from the ugly walk of life. He engaged in easy conversation with the elderly woman seated at his side and appeared relaxed and easy going with no hint of intensity or ill intent about him.
Colin saw the quick glances the man gave Mrs Harrison. He tried to place the expressions he saw, but at first he couldn`t read them as they seemed so commonplace and ordinary. Then the bus went over a bump and he saw the man`s eyes open in shock as Mrs Harrison lurched forward a little, unprepared for the small jump. Colin glanced to the man's hands and that's when he knew what his game was.
Drip.
Colin turned away, saw with horror that Mrs Harrisons stop was coming up. He flipped his radio back on, found the open channel and whispered, "All nearby respond."
"Why have you been ignoring my hails?" the inspectors whispered voice cut in.
"Sorry sir, but I was taking in the situation."
"I have it under control. When he gets off we will take him. I believe he might be the perpetrator of some attacks in the area."
"I know it looks like that sir, but I doubt it, I`m sure he's...."
"My information is solid." Beaky cut him off, "He fits the description and the profile."
"Sir, with respect I know he does but I'm sure we`ve got the wrong man."
"You question my authority?"
"No sir, but.."
"Good. Now at the stop Sergeant Macomb will arrest the man. You will assist him. I will ensure Mrs Harrison is safe. Are we clear?"
"Sir it's not him! Will you please bloody liste..."
"Are we clear!" The inspector hissed.
"Yes sir," Colin said through gritted teeth. He saw the 747 pull into the kerb and slow to a halt.
Drip.
Colin flicked the radio to Peters call sign. "Get your bloody arse down here and follow my lead ok?"
"Sarge."
A few passengers rose and Colin swung into the line as those departing moved through the standing passengers towards the exit. Just before he got off the bus he looked back and saw Mrs Harrison expertly using the stick to thread her way through the passengers, the man close behind her. A Bruce forsthye look alike and a huge bald man following behind. Peters was caught up in the crowd at the stairs.
As Colin got off the bus he took his surroundings in at a glimpse. He was at a bus stop with a shelter and a seat just before a major roundabout. Some  15 people including a group of emo punks kids dressed in pink and black clothing were waiting to get on. He moved away and let them pass as the group pushed forward. A small crowd were between him and the bus as Mrs Harrison followed by Beaky and Minty stepped of the 747.
Drip.
That's when it all went pear shaped. Badly pear shaped.
Surrounded by the youths Colin was unable to move. He watched helpless as Beaky leapt off the bus. The Inspector had spent the last 15 years flying a desk and it showed. High on adrenaline he rushed forward towards Mrs Harrison, leaving Minty in his wake.
"Get out the bloody way!" Colin shouted to the emos but they had I-pods on and couldn't hear him. In desperation he surged through them bowling a spotty faced youth over to the ground. Even then he could see he was going to be too late.
Drip. 
The suspect realised Beaky was heading for Mrs Harrison and moved to block his path. Minty saw that and with a bellow ran forward.
The suspect didn't hesitate. A straight right hand exploded on Beakies nose sending him backwards into the emos and another youth went down. Even in the chaos Colin was able to see the man obviously had training of some sort for the punch had been from the shoulder not a wild haymaker.
Then Minty was on the man trying to grapple.
Drip. 
Colin was still ten feet away in a sea of pink and black when the suspect smashed a head butt to Minties face stunning the giant. Two quick punches followed, one to the stomach then an uppercut that straightened Minty up and sent him spinning into the emo`s taking another down. 
A ripple went through the crowd and Colin was unable to stop himself tripping over spotty face on the deck. As he fell his head struck the seat at the bus stop stunning him.
Drip.
From the ground he watched it all play out.
Mrs Harrison had heard the animal shouts and roars and turned. "Kev!" She screamed.
"Run!" the man shouted as Beaky, Minty and Peters wrestled him to the ground.
But she was made of sterner stuff and that was her husband being attacked. Three quick steps and she was there, her cane snaked out catching Beakies ruined, bleeding nose by chance. He howled and jumped up arms outstretched to grab her. Her knee sunk into his groin and he slumped, taking her down with him.
Drip.
It took a long time to sort out at the station....
Kevin and Susan Harrison had been married for 17 years when Susan had began to lose her sight. Just as Colin had guessed, unknown to Susan (after some pond life had tried to mug her on her way home) Kevin always took the bus to see she was safe. Whilst he`d every confidence in her abilities he didn't want to hurt her pride so he`d never told her he took the 747 with her.
Drip.
With growing anger Colin listened as Beaky tried to pin all the blame on him, claiming he`d not tried to intervene in any way or inform him of his guess`s. 
In stunned disbelief Colin listened as Beaky insisted Kevin Harrison be charged on two counts of GBH and pay damages to himself and Minty. His reasoning was that Kevin, an army Physical fitness instructor and self defence expert, had failed to give a clear warning of his skills, as required by law.
Drip.
That was the final drop of water that caused Colin`s cup to overflow. A red mist (fuelled by a little whiskey from his desk draw) descended and it took five officers to pull him off the inspector who`d gone a funny shade of blue from Colin`s hands about his neck. 

Kevin Harrison was cautioned, and barely escaped being made personally liable for the Inspector and Sergeant Macombs  injuries. He lost his job in the army and was dishonourably discharged.

Susan Harrison got six months probation.

Beaky was off work for five months on paid leave and got £56,000 compensation from the police fund, for "Traumatic shock," and to repair his bugle. A major job of reconstruction.
 
Minty got a medal for bravery and £72,000 to repair his face.

Colin was forced to resign and accept a half pension. He was also made personally liable for spotty faces "injuries" and had to shell out all his savings.

Two of the emo`s called "No win, no fees" lawyers they had seen on telly. One got £7,000 the other £4,560 even though both were back on the streets the same evening scoring some puff from a dealer friend. The lawyers got far more..

Another emo youth had a smart father who knew a smarter lawyer. They took a civil suit out against Kevin Harrison and in court Minty backed their case. He got a brown envelope with £3,000 inside. The emo received £12,000 with Kevin forced to pay all court costs.
At present this is going to the court of appeal.

The Lexus driver had money and his brief got him off claiming he was dashing to his grannies place because she had called him saying she had set herself on fire.

Colin drunk himself to death.

Now pump in,  "Death of Ian Tomlinson," or, "Death of Jean Charles de Menezes," on wiki if you think this story is farfetched.


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