Big Push

The final installment. The Angels were at the end of their journey. Much had been done since they had set out, one week short week that seemed like a lifetime. They had driven through the night and were finally at their destination. They pulled the van up and slowly climbed out. It was close to the end. They knew the mastermind was in the building in front of them – Holiday Inn Express – a cunning hideout

Cautiously they crept towards the hotel. Inching forwards the Angels advanced until they were finally at the corridor’s end and kicked the door of room 666 open wide to reveal….

TO BE CONTINUED IN BIG PUSH – COMING TO AN ISSUE OF SIDEWALK SOON.

Angel Collins chillaxing outside the hotel.

Their minds reeling, the Angels left the smelly mosher with his luke warm sausage rolls and teen angst and piled back into the van to make their way to the final destination – Nottingham. In order to confront the evil mastermind behind the whole plot, to stare their destiny in the face, to put their years of training to the test. But first they had to stop at the petrol station to get some of those weird coconutty biscuit cake things that look proper rank but always seem kind of appealing in petrol stations. Its probably something to do with the lights they have in there. Besides, you never want to have a row without some kind of snack in you, why do you think there are so many fights outside kebab shops? Exactly.

Once they’d filled the van back up with weird coconutty treats the Angels phoned the Boss to explain the story so far: they updated him on the clues they’d found and their meeting with the weird insider mosher and waited for further instruction. After a spell Powley explained exactly what they were going to do to thwart the whole plot. And so they began.

Czech George stocking up on sickly sausage rolls

You wouldn’t believe the number of people that wear D3′s in Leicester, there were hundreds of them, hundreds. Nev got a clip around the earhole for going up and asking a team of D3 wearing gothy moshers if they had anything they wanted to tell him. They just looked at him blankly through their mascara-y eyes. It probably didn’t help when Nev winked at them and said “Well,
what you got for me?” That was when the clouted him. The weight of their bracelets gave him a headache. He wasn’t happy.

Time passed, moshers came and went. When out of Greggs the Angels heard someone hiss at them. “Pssst” they heard “Oi! Pssst” as a shady figure came lurching out from behind the luke warm sausage rolls. He didn’t look like he knew a lot. In fact he looked more than a bit ropey with his moustache all matted down with Sausage roll grease and his fingers all yellow from quavers. But he had D3s on and he had a pipe. So he was the man. He said he was the forum lurker who had leaked the story in the first place. And then he drew them in close enough to smell the musk on his Slipknot hoody.

And he started talking and then… The Angels finally had the truth. But do they have the time to stop it before its too late?

Shaun gets in training in case the Angels run into some Kung Fu treachery.

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