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balls of his feet. "I'm impressed, dude. Not many people would have caught that. There's no Chinese equivalent for that word. I figure that makes it okay to borrow the term from Japan. It makes for a useful shorthand, you know?"
    Brian figured that Tony was probably pretty good at making shit up on the spot. The guy was a criminal at the end of the day. But for the life of him, Brian couldn't think of another word. Kung fu club ...? Didn't sound right. Was it even really all that important? People got too hung up on silly wee things.
    "Hey, are you interested in learning a bit, then?" Tony asked. "Would be good to have you along. Maybe you could be my demonstration partner?"
    "I don't know, man. I was never really a fighter." Paul had always been on hand to help him out in that area.
    But Paul wasn't around anymore.
    "Ach, come anyway," Tony said. "Everybody gets the first class free so they don't feel ripped off if it's not for them. And at the very least I'll know I'm not going to show up at an empty room. I haven't spent much dough on advertising just yet."
    "I suppose there's no harm in checking it out... Aye, fuck it. Sure I'll give it a go."
    "Good lad, you won't regret it."
    Tony did a little Tasmanian Devil-style spin; shot his legs and arms out at imaginary foes. He even made a noise that sounded suspiciously like "Hi-yah!"
    Brian figured he might regret it a little.

Phone Privileges
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    "I 'm away out for a smoke break," Rachel said.
    "Thought you'd quit. Them things'll kill you. You know that, right?"
    This from the supervisor, a fat bastard with too many opinions and nuggets of life advice. She wanted to slap him but was afraid of what might get knocked out of his stupidly long beard.
    "I have quit. But I'm not giving up the breaks. I'll just go out for five minutes and get some air."
    "There's no non-smoking breaks, Rachel."
    "Hardly seems fair, boss. The smokers get rewarded and the rest of us cover for them? I don't think so. If anything, that would encourage me to start again. Do you want that on your conscience?"
    "Well, no."
    "And is it going to hurt business any if I'm outside for a few minutes? It's not like I'm running out on you at rush hour. This is the calm before the storm. I'm being super-considerate right now."
    "I guess there's no harm..."
    "Good. Back in five."
    "Make sure it is five. Don't rip the arse out of it, girl."
    "You shouldn't swear at your staff. I'm in the union you know."
    The supervisor muttered something sweary as she dandered out the automatic door.
    Rachel yanked her phone out of her front trouser pocket and picked her brother's number from the contact list. He answered on the second ring.
    "I've told you before, Rachel. This is a business number. You can't tie it up. Especially during the business hour."
    "Stop the whining, John. This is important."
    "So's my business."
    "Selling drugs from prison? You're hardly rescuing kids from a burning orphanage, like."
    "Fuck do you want, then?"
    She was conscious of her diminishing time and resisted wasting it with further uppity comments. "I need information on some prick that door-stepped me at work."
    "You got a name?"
    "No. He knows Daddy, though. Hinted that he might have been the one that burned down his timber yard."
    "Why phone me, then? Ask the aul cunt who this guy is."
    "Last time I called Daddy he was too drunk to form a sentence. I can't waste time."
    "There's not a lot I can do from here."
    "You can do plenty. That phone you're using for drug deals will help."
    "Time's tight enough as it is. I've hardly any time with this before I've to hide it again."
    "It's important. Brian and I could be in danger."
    "You still with that loser, then?"
    "Can you help me or not?"
    "I'll make some calls."
    "You're looking for a tall man, well built, fighter's face, you know? Flat nose and boxy cheekbones. Not pretty."
    "Anything else?"
    "No. Can't tell you about his hair. He'd a woolly hat on, pulled down dead