1st Entry

Hello you wannabe gangsters out there,

As promised here I am, your Intel inside the sham, for learn my dears, it is all a big sham!

Let me see. . . have you ever heard that song ‘London Calling’? That’s the one and it appears to be true, London is calling, or I like to think so. It works more this way: Runcle is the one calling and not to the far away towns, but to the posh areas of Zone 1. Almost everyone of the once scattered herd is heading or preparing to be Londonbound! Some desperate to fit a life inside a bag, others doing late shopping where it’s good and not overpriced, and someone is taking behaviour management classes to learn not to beat up the passerby just because the sun is gone. Yes, I have heard that even soldiers from the sunniest outposts are being called!

In our lives it goes like this, simple. You’re recruited, you pass Runcle’s twisted tests, you sign a contract and you’re Runcle’s. You’re life is over.

But when you’re sixteen or eighteen you hardly know about life and why does this job mean that it’s over. No, when you’re that young you’re thrilled. Not many sixteen or eighteen- year-olds can brag about the fact that they work for someone like Runcle, he’s the man, the one, the person we all wanted to be. And if he asked for our bodies, we would give them.

And this is what drove us to this dingy alley in the Peckham of our lives. But we can always say, no one ever told us that we were doing something youngish and foolish, no, they all approved. . .

And now here we are, jumping from outpost to outpost, from one side of the world to the other hardly meeting each other, the friends we grew up with, our families, unless strictly necessary. That is why this London Gathering smells funny, something is about to happen and no one seems to notice. Well, probably they won’t notice because they don’t know what Runcle is up to, and Runcle is always up to a thing or other which can be highly confusing. . . hey, but you never know! And with this sort of person, you should never ask. But I do, I’m nosy in a strange way.

And as far, I have data that the best of the best are coming, Runcle’s favourites, his inner circle.

Be wary City of Culture, you’re about to become HQ!

Yours truly Y—

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