THE NEW SWINGTON ESTATE
0205HRS
[The commotion from across the road wakes up a number of
Swingtonites]
CAIN MISON
[Turns about in his bed, for the umpteenth time]
What the Fuck! You gotta be kidding me. First they take away my plants.
Now they take away my sleep and my peace. Now they are making those
noises. What are they making those noises for? They should sod off
back to whatever country they came from.
[grabs the blanket and covers himself]
* * *
SARAH DJIMON
[Wakes up with a start and then lays still and listens]
Am I hearing things?
* * *
DAK RUNDY
[In his living room. In the middle of pouring brandy from a decanter. He
holds it in midair and tilts his head]
Huh? A fight? Must be the Motleys. Those wankers. Forever fighting
every end month.
* * *
JOHN KNOWS
[Opens his eyes and looks at the white ceiling]
I always knew this day would come. Those miscreants were bound to be
trouble. Credit to them they haven’t taken long. What, 72 hours?
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