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trees waiting for Wade’s return. They watched
him stroll slowly back towards the park seat, too intent on reading
the note to see what was happening around him.
    The five men marched up behind Wade. One tall
athletic built man growled in a low baritone voice.
    “Only a fool will turn around.”
    Wade froze in his tracks. Scrunching the note
he slipped it deep into his pants’ pocket. “I’m no fool.”
    “Good. The five of us don’t want to see you
in an accident.”
    “What is it you want?”
    “We don’t want anything except a few minutes
of your time.”
    Every cell in Wade’s lawyer trained body
screamed for him to turn around. Recommencing his walk, he pushed
the warning out of his mind. “I’m listening.”
    “The five of us want you to walk towards the
small lake at the bottom of the slope.”
    Walking towards water sounded warning bells.
Wade’s mind slipped back to a conversation between him and his
gangster friend. Wade quickly quoted his number one rule. ‘To stay
alive never be anywhere near water.’
    “Why can’t we talk here, face to face?” Wade
questioned.
    “My boys and I have the power over you. We
expect you’ll do exactly what I order. I alone decide your
fate.”
    “Do you have a name?” asked Wade, making a
two bit conversation sound important.
    “My little inquisitive friend, you will never
know. Turn down the next narrow dirt track. It leads straight to
the lake.”
    A ten foot wire fence separated the traffic
and the other side of the stagnant water which looked no larger
than a normal house block. Wade knew the moment he stood at the
shallow lake there were no other exits except via the path.
    At the halfway point Wade decided the men
needed to know their next alleged victim won’t be taking what they
were about to dish out lying down. In his mind he went through his
attack scenario. He’d punch the biggest first then so on till only
the smallest remained standing. The move happened to be the number
two rule his gangster friend taught him. They became familiar
acquaintances after proving to the court of his innocence. Six
months of walking the streets, talking to men nobody wanted to
know, saw the real culprit in court. After a two month trial, the
real murderer was in jail for life.
    At the same time Wade curled his fingers into
white knuckled fists he spun on the balls of his feet to view the
scene. He lunged at the two men left of center. Using a right hook
to their jaws he dropped them both. The two bringing up the rear
were next. They crumbled to the ground nursing their cracked ribs.
Wade spun around eyeballing the one remaining person.
    The man stood tall, acting ice cool. Pulling
a small hand gun from his coat pocket, he pointed it directly at
Wade’s heart. The third rule he learnt; if the attacker is holding
a gun; never argue.
    “Don’t move,” growled the man. “We only
wanted to have a talk.”
    “Tell me the reason why you’re here?” growled
Wade, keeping one eye focused on the gun, the other on the
antagonist.
    “Did you know there’s been a woman following
you?”
    “No.”
    “You must have known. We’ve been watching her
every move for at least three hours.”
    The man’s voice came across more like a growl
than of someone who actually cared.
    “If she were following me, I surmise the
woman didn’t want to be seen or I’d have talked to her.”
    “Have a good think,” barked the man. “Your
future depends on it.”
    Wade enjoyed rule number four the most. He
never waited for the finale when the end might be too late to
react. He didn’t give the man holding the gun a moment to decide
whether to pull the trigger or not. Surprise always resided on the
side of the just. Wade quickly side stepped. Using a tight fist he
jabbed the aggressor in the ribs. He heard a crack. The man yelled
in excruciating pain. He crumbled to the ground spilling the gun
from his hand. Wade hovered over the man at the same time the other
four staggered to their