Not
many people really know the truth about me and some of them (especially
neshton) laugh at me. But they would be laughing on the other side
of their faces if they knew the whole story. Think `The Usual Suspects`
and think `Keiser Sose` I run New Brighton. Nothing comes in or goes
out with out my say so and certain people would do well to start giving
me the respect I deserve otherwise there might be a few mysterious
disappearances.
So read on if want to discover what`s really going on, but beware,
this is the harsh reality of my struggle to establish a solid underground
network whilst all the time keeping up the pretence of just being
plain old Antony Tool. I am the King of New Brighton. I always have
been.
My
Base
The
Railway Pub
This is where it all happens. This is my power base and it`s from
here I oversee my empire.
Although
the pub seems like a dingy old mans boozer and smells of wee it is,
in fact, one of the most dangerous places in Britain. The elderly
clients of this unassuming public house are really all trained assassins,
experts in countless forms of armed and unarmed combat, who, under
my command can be unleashed on the streets of New Brighton like a
silent, deadly plague. At any given time these tigers are ready to
pounce and the best thing about it is most of them only need paying
in Old Holborn and Victory V`s.
The
Hair Raising Truth
Ok so now I know most of you at one time or another have visited `Kev
The Butchers` for a short back and sides and a bit off the top please.
But what I bet you didn`t know was that Kev is actually one of my
agents. All those accidental nicks with the scissors where really
Kev implanting a GPS (global positioning satellite) chip into your
craniums. Now your probably thinking `yeah rite Tooly whatever mate`
but think about this.... how do I always know where you are?
Kevs,
not as innocent as it looks
