Angus shell shocked mumbled ‘Who are these guys?’
‘They’re my Sacred Band. Don’t mess with them, it’s not worth it’ I warned.
‘Where are Charles and the others?’ I demanded.
‘We had a bust up in Thessaloniki’ he stuttered.
Angus had marched out impetuously making his way to Athens. After we were ejected in Belgium rancour festered en route through Jugoslavia. Whatever happened, Angus on the loose had to be stopped. I gave the nod. ‘Entáxei’ is all I had to say and Markos’ friends in a phalanx, dragged the wretched Angus from the arena never to be seen again.
Neville Hunt over 4 years ago
Nice one! Karma! :-)