I tried to show no emotion as I sat back in the car and retuned the radio to a local station. I glanced at him and thought: So you're a fucking mind-reader now are you?
TWO nodded at me and said: 'Yeah'



 The car purred and trembled beneath me as I stared straight ahead. Or was that me trembling? I checked myself in the mirror. I was as white as a sheet and there was a bead of sweat on my forehead. I wiped it off and nodded to myself: I'm fine, I told myself, Everything's going to be okay.



The radio lost the signal again and I turned in time to see THREE arrive.



He was looking sharp, dressed in jeans and t-shirt with his short hair spiked up, but he looked in severe pain and his jaw was set in a fierce clench.



THREE walked over to the car and nodded to TWO who almost bowed to him as he approached. I heard TWO apologizing to THREE but couldn't hear what about.



THREE looked completely fucked off and was shaking his head. 'It's NOT me you idiot! If you want to apologise to anyone it should be FOUR!'



They both went round the back of the car and looked at the drums in the corner.



TWO nodded and called to me: 'One? Pop the trunk?' I did as I was asked then they hefted a couple of of them in. The radio lost signal again and this time I didn't even turn to look.