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Janokovic doesn’t see the end of the boot, when it hits him in the back for the
third time. Dan stands over him, he has blood on the T-shirt, and blood runs from
his right eye, where Janokovic seconds ago hammered his fist against his temple
with all the force he could muster.
"You little bastards should fuck off, and this is not a warning."
He can feel the blood seeping out from his right side of his mouth, as well as the
creased surface of the tarmac sticking against his cheek; he then faints, as he
noticing his paralyzed in his left arm from all the beating. He can hear Eik
shouting, but it’s like a voice that’s far, far away. He tries to crawl away from the
kicking boot, away through his own vomit, away from the boot that wants to kill
him. He no longer senses the many blows and kicks in his stomach, a voice inside
him says: "This will be the kick in the head that’ll end you."
"Stop! Stop!"
Eik lies cramped up at the opposite end of the yard, but Jano isn’t sure just
exactly where he is.
Nigel has taken care of Matt. The last thing he saw was that Matt got dragged
into a warehouse by Nigel's firm fists clenched tight around his hair, and pulled
with a firm grip. Nigel has done well this time; Matt is now completely silent. Dan
prepares for a last kick with the boot, but Eugene intervenes, he reaches an arm
forward and stops him.
"Stop, Dan, we'll kill them. Let's leave before more shit happens.
The officers are completely mute. They do no say anything neither to him, nor
to themselves as they’re driving. Janokovic sits and dozes off in the back seat of
the squad car; his head feels like a big, painful lump of meat, like it’s not even his
own, though he can feel it. In his lap he has the papers the hospital released him
with, as well as a small envelope containing two codeine painkillers. He gently
turns his head from side to side, looking out into the evening sky with the
highway passing by him like in a foggy splotch of light, the yellow speed strips
dissolves before his eyes.
