Targeted

Andrew and Christian had been flatmates for so long that 'd got in the habit of pottering around in their underpants after work. This didn't go unnoticed by their neighbours for long, but it was not the sort of place where people minded that sort of thing. They preferred to gossip about the succession of giggling girls that visited the flat, singly and in pairs. Fortunately, the walls of the flats were thick. So long as that kept the noise down, no-one was going to complain. 

Except for Joe, the odd character in flat 6. He had strict views about such goings on and they fed conveniently into his shady lifestyle which happened to include links with a certain trafficking organisation that specialised in exports to those parts of the world where conditions of 'employment' were extremely flexible. 

A couple of telephone calls were all it took to schedule a visit by a valuer, all Joe had to do was secure and display the goods for him. They could agree a price on the spot or he could send them for auction. Immediate removal was guaranteed, if terms could be agreed. Joe didn't plan to be awkward about it, seeing as his outlay on the goods would be zero. 

Armed with a gun and plenty of rope, he paid a call on the boys, late in the evening, when they'd had a chance to wind down after work and have a beer or two.

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