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Gang Hunt

When George is finally out of sight, he slowly proceeds to walk back, along the
same, long route again. He is looking forward to smoke a joint, being able to

sleep. He is tired and nervous. He’s been for a while now.

He chooses to tread very close to the city walls on his way home. Lots of life has
begun to pop back into town. He looks at his watch. It’s 2pm, and fortunately he

is not that far now. The sun is setting, and he is starting to sweat a lot. Jano
notices that he reeks of sweat, which probably is caused by him not having a bath

the past week. He usually just splash some water in his head, then a little splash

under his armpits; it is like a hidden protest that he doesn’t bathe. It’s only when
Mom manages to stop him. She gets very angry, almost furious every time she

discovers him not showering.

"You smell like a fucking pig. You won’t get your pocket money." Sometimes he
even got house arrest if he skipped the bath.

Jack's light blue Ford Transit is parked out in front of their house, with both

back doors wide open, but he can not seem to see neither Mom nor Jack.
When Jack is there, there's always a good chance that he'll avoid a confrontation

with Mom. No direct questions, if he manages to sneak into the house without

her noticing. He aims to hurry in for a bath and change clothes; there is no
arguing in there.

When he gets all the way in front of the house, he can see that Jack is

surrounded by a load of garden furniture that he is currently "refreshing", as he
likes to call it. He has flipped a dining chair upside down, and is now in the

process of painting its legs. He paints with his usual red-stain colour. Around his
waist he wears an old floral apron, so as not to stain his sky-blue shirt.

"Hey Jack, how are you?" Janokovic says in a muted voice, without stopping.

"Jano!" Jack exclaims as he gets up, almost gasping for his breath.
“Before you leave, do you want to join me at the antique market? I could use an

extra hand with all the furniture. I’ll give you a few quid, as well as some lunch.

Are you up for it?”
His fat tummy wobbles, as he trying to pull up his gabardine pants with the other

hand that’s not holding the brush. He straightens the gabardine pants, so that the