Free Influence by Andrew Snadden Page B

before.”
    “MURDERERS! I HOPE YOU ALL ROT IN HELL!” Jennings yelled out at the top of voice prompting the Judge to order the bailiffs to “TAKE HIM DOWN!!!!!” and declare order.
    He didn't go without a fight though and it took a total of four bailiffs to remove the incensed man, despite his disabled arm. Jones looked over at Conan and rolled his eyes.
    “I guess it's just what happens when someone weak and vulnerable is influenced by someone evil and deranged!” Conan remarked.
    Foster, who was sat in front of them, did not say a word, and just watched Jennings with an indifferent and cold stare as he was dragged from the court room kicking and screaming.

 
     
     
    A Serious Bunch of Names
    Chapter Seven
     
     
    “Peter, they're waiting for you!” said DS Ian Richards, Anaura's best friend and the Vice unit's Sergeant.
    Richards was a man in his early forties and the polar opposite of Anaura; he liked wearing ties for a start. He and Anaura had both joined The City Police Force at the same time and had formed a strong friendship from the outset which meant that their wives and children were very close too. Although Anaura may have been the boss, Richards was his right hand man whose opinion meant a great deal. More often than not, Richards was the angel on Anaura's right shoulder who kept him safe from the devil on his left who influenced him to rush into things without thinking.
    “Ah bloody hell! Can't they wait? I'm trying to get this Billy Vine case signed off!” Anaura protested whilst leaning back in his chair and pulling an exasperated expression. He knew that the Six Nations final between England and Wales would be starting imminently and he was running out of time to get things wrapped up before kick-off.
    “No Peter, they won't wait, they've been expecting you for the past ten minutes.” Richards replied.
    “Bloody hell Ian, I knew this was coming. RIGHT, let’s get it over with”
    “Are you going to take your tie off Peter? I mean it's what they would expect” Richards asked Anaura who was wearing a tie for once.
    “No I'd better leave it on, don't want to get into more trouble if someone else comes in!” he stated.
    Anaura stood up from his desk and walked with Richards into the main office. On his emergence the whole room stopped watching TV and looked up at him with apprehension; they knew what he was going to have to do.
    “Sorry sir, they wouldn't have taken no for an answer, we had no choice” DC Carl Langford said with a sympathetic look as Valera and DC Naomi Usher looked on with expectant expressions. Anaura shook his head in frustration, the national anthems had already started and kick off was imminent, yet he had to get this rigmarole out of the way first. Why couldn't they have requested him at half time he thought to himself.
    “Right then, I suppose I'm going to have to wait a bit longer before I can sit down and relax. OK, let’s get it over with!” Anaura said, hoping that he would be finished in time to see the match. He nodded at Richards and Langford before he walked towards the centre of the office, and on to a large open archway that provided access to the CID office. Just before he walked through the large archway, he paused and turned around so that he was just shy of it and facing his team. The Vice detectives smiled at him.
    “WAEWAE TAKAHIA KIA KINO” Anaura yelled out at them before forcefully bending his legs into a squatted horse riding stance, both fists clenched hard above one another. His eyes became sharp and angry with his face reflecting the powerful aggression that was boiling up inside him. Anaura's posture was as solid as a statue, he did not look like he was in the mood for taking prisoners
    “Ooooooooo, AH KA MA TE! KA MA TE! KA ORA! KA ORA! HOOO HOOO” he chanted, yelling at the top of his voice and smacking his big hands down repeatedly on his thighs and then demonstrating an intimidating array of hand movements. The whole team gazed at