‘Fuckin dae a bit.’

‘They’ll git every wan ae us if we dae that, n A’m no wantin any trouble at aw your doors. Wit’s done is done.’

‘Yi don’t need tae be noble, son. If we wurnae willin tae help yi, we wouldnae be here.’ Big Kenzie glances back tae see if there’s any protest fae us.

There isnae.

‘Cheers, Tam. Cheers tae yees aw, fur being here wae me.’

‘Mon, we’ll go hunt fur ma wee fuckin brother n see wit he’s got tae say fur himself.’

The four ae us bounce oot intae the motor. It’s been a while since A’ve been oot in a squad lookin fur trouble. A forgot the fuckin pleasure ae jumpin aboot wae yir boys, wan fur wan n aw that fuckin shite. Danny gees me a smile fae the back. A kin tell he’s thinkin the same thing. Big Tam is in the front n Broonie’s in the back. We’re cruisin roon the scheme lookin doon the streets n closes n garages where those wee cunts hang aboot n roll joints n drink wine. We see two cunts in tracksuits disappearin doon the lane. ‘That’s fuckin Gunny n Briggy, the wee cunts,’ A say, pullin the motor intae a space in front ae the garages. We aw bounce oot n split up, two between each row ae hooses tae catch them in the middle. Me n Danny ir sprintin doon after them n Broonie n Kenzie disappear doon the other side. The two ae them ir passin a joint between them. They turn when they hear our footsteps. The two wee pricks fuck the joint doon n try tae run. ‘CAMMERE, YA WEE FUCKIN FANNIES!’ Danny’s shoutin. Broonie n Tam appear at the other end ae the lane n they’re caught a belter. The two ae them fuckin shite it as the four ae us reach them.

‘We wurnae even tryin tae start yesterday, Azzy,’ Gunny says.

‘Fuck we wur only gawn tae git stuff aff Big Kenzie,’ Briggy says wae his daft half-stoned mumble.

‘A’M BIG KENZIE, YA WEE FUCKIN DICK! THE WAN N FUCKIN ONLY.’

Briggy shites it n looks para as fuck. Gunny is the bold yin. His nose is still fucked fae ma headbutt n he’s git a black eye. ‘We cannae decide who he hangs aboot wae, kin we?’

‘Don’t be fuckin cheeky, Gunny wee man,’ Danny says, pushin him.

‘Or fuckin wit, ya big dick?’

‘Or the four ae us wull knock fuck oot yi!’ Broonie says.

‘Where’s Wee Kenzie noo?’

Gunny shrugs his shoulders n smirks.

‘Aye well, yi fuckin certainly backed him up when Matty wis there, didn’t yi, ya wee fuckin scheme-hoppin rat.’

‘Cos you’re a slopin beasty bastard!’

A don’t git the chance tae whack him cos Danny draws back n hits him five rapid. Gunny’s doubled over, huggin the fence. ‘Fuckin feeble, ya dafty.’ Broonie bounces up n toe-pokes him right in the chops.

Big Kenzie grabs Briggy n screams in his face. ‘WHERE’S MA WEE FUCKIN BRUR? TELL ME NOO!’