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Janokovic begins to doze as the dark highway flickers by. Whether it is the

monotonous sound of the police car, or whether it is the medicine, he does not
know, but the whole journey seems droning and it’s impossible to keep his eyes

open.

"Come on, follow us, and remember all your stuff."
Jano wakes up shocked, and his first impulse is to try to raise both arms over his

head, which of course is impossible, as one of his arm is currently in a huge

bandage and the other one so bruised from the beating that he can barely move
it. As he does the movement, a intense pain rushes through his entire left side of

his body, which immediately causes him to moan; "Ohh!"
"Get out of the car now," the officer repeats with his gritted face and thick hands

pushing him faintly, making Janokovic fall sideways.

“Get the hell out of the car! Or we will have to force you out,? ”He repeats,
pushing him harder this time, while giving the other fat officer a mean smile.

Max, the other policeman, has lighted a cigarette and is now staring at the show

in the car.
By summoning the last of his remaining power, Janokovic manoeuvres his

battered corpse over the seat, and proceeds to try to swing his feet out of the car
door until he touches the ground. He sits for a moment and breathes, the pain is

excruciating, and it is as if there’s a new place in his body where new sting arises

every second. He has no idea where he is. His sluggishness has become too much
for Pete Boyle and Max Crimson; if there is anything that Pete can’t stand, it’s the

violent youth or the lazy, long-haired rastafarians.

"Now, don't just fucking sit there and play innocent," he angrily roars out, so
you could he it echoing in the prison yard's raw concrete walls.

A little scream escapes Janokovic’ mouth, as the two thick policemen pull him

out of the wagon with his legs first; he hits his back and head against the tarmac
with a bang.

"Do you get it now?," shouts Pete. “You have to listen to me when I say you have
to get out of the car. Fucking get in and get signed up for your cell, scummy

youth”
He gets up slowly and uses his legs, which doesn’t hurt as much, to stand up.