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Unwashed,’ the singer called to them. ‘Join the Unforgiving Join the Ragged, for we are the way’
    Price chose to move.
    He stooped to pull something from the wheelbarrow in front of him, swung it upwards glinting in the sunlight, slammed one end of the pickaxe blade through Officer Evans’ chin. The PO went down squawking, dragging the implement with him.
    The two remaining POs watched the bloody event with a surreal lack of understanding.
     
    Pemo Grimes moved next. He threw one thick arm around PO
    Jellard’s throat and held him fast, choking him. PO Samuels tried 28
     
    to bolt for it. Three cons grabbed him, and hauled his arms behind his back.
    ‘Join us,’ the band called. Join the Unwashed, and the Unforgiving.’
     
    The riot hit the prison at forty-three minutes after two in the Met-noon. All morning everything had been quiet within the complex.
    Then...Bedlam.
    Cons smashed everything they could get their hands on: chairs, crockery, windows, screws. The officers retreated before the onslaught, locking the doors to the main containment halls of the wings, effectively sealing off the cons’ exit from the blocks but leaving them in control of large sections of the complex. The governor called an emergency meeting in his office after alerting police task-forces from Exeter and Plymouth. He listened to the bloodthirsty chanting coming from the blocks, and seriously wished he had chosen to be a baker, like his old dad.
     
    The two guards were dragged across the moor towards the band.
    They tried to argue, to reason with their captors, but the cons remained eerily silent as they tramped over the heather.
    The band continued to play as the prisoners approached, welcoming their new audience. Constable Jervis saw them too, as he pushed his way through the crowd, and all thoughts of simply pulling the plug on the raucous band left him immediately. He hurriedly turned back towards his car to radio for help. The crowd held him firm in their embrace. The music, the ferocious music, pummelled at his brain.
    Pemo Grimes pushed Officer Jellard before him as he moved to stand between the band and the stone wall. Tom Ellis and Sparky Peters clung on to Officer Samuels, who was still attempting to appeal to their common sense, his pleas lost under the music.
    Eddie Price lowered his wheelbarrow.
    The band finished another song. Silence. The crowd shifted 29
     
     
    uneasily. A few uncertain cries went up. Some people began to break away. Most simply froze, waiting.
    They didn’t have to wait long. Constable Jervis had nearly made it out of the crowd when the band began their final number.
    Something made him twist his head to stare backwards. He saw the cons force the two screws down on their knees in the grass.
    He saw the singer chuckle lewdly into the mike. The guitarist slammed chords like pike thrusts through the audience. The bass player let loose low notes kicked out of hell. The drums exploded into a crescendo.
    ‘We... will never... forgive.’ The singer chanted the words, shaking his head slowly, grinning.
    Pemo Grimes pushed Officer Jenard face down in the grass and took a shovel from Eddie’s wheelbarrow. He turned the blade on its side and swung it down brutally. Once.
    ‘We...’
    Twice.
    ‘Will never...’
    Three times.
    ‘Forgive.’
    Officer Jellard’s head leaked blood into the grass. Officer Samuels stopped his pleading. He gaped up into the faces of the cons, into the faces of the band.
    ‘We will NEVER forgive.’
    A pair of garden shears opened. Closed.More blood.
    The four musicians killed their music and flung their instruments into the grass beside the two corpses. They turned as one and strolled slowly towards the back of the cattle truck.
    The cons watched them go; the roadies began to gather up the gear. The crowd began to scream.
    The prison riot stopped as abruptly as it started. The cons returned to their cells like sheep, vacant and subdued, and waited for the screws.
    Constable