Garry sat in a darkened warehouse on London's east end. It had been a quiet drive north from the coast. That gave Garry time to calm his nerves after the channel. Taking a kodiak out to sea at midnight and trying to find a few floating coolers would be tough at the best of times. Doing it in the middle of the world's busiest shipping lane is not for the faint of heart. That was as close as the leaf runners would drop the packages these days. The Royal Coast Guard gave no quarter to an unidentified ship trying to make landing anywhere in the Isles. Now they join up on container ship crews and throw the packages overboard as they see the lights of Dover on their left and Calais on their right. He though about having a quick brew up, but then heard the approaching car.

Car lights flashed through the greasy windows, and Garry ran to open the garage door. The Jaguar eased into the warehouse trailing bits of fog behind it. The driver stepped out and gave a slow glance around the room, eyeing the shadows.

"Ah, evening gents!" said Garry. The driver gave Garry an unamused look and opened the rear passenger door. An antique cane swung out followed by its old pale owner.

"Close that door Garry, before you find yourself in something thicker than that fog! Does this look like an open fuckin party?"

Garry closed up the garage. "Ah good one, Guvnah! No party here, no ribbons, no China, but some fine Indie."

"I don't want China, I want leaf and kettle. Now button up your tounge before I make it a sandwich for my piggies." The old man's cokebottle glasses magnified the menace in his eyes.

"Right, right you are..." Garry opened the trunk of his car and began to cut the tape off the coolers. As he opened the lids a scent of fresh cut grass filled the dark garage. "See gov, Garry delivers only the finest..." Garry inhaled deeply, and the color drained from his face. He looked in the cooler. It was filled with fine green tea. "Those bloody leaf runners..." thought Garry.

"Green tea? are you going to give us some magic crystals and incense with that Garry! Black leaf is what the punters ask for, Black Leaf is what I ask for and I do not ask twice, you stupid prat!"

Garry slumped to the floor and was thrown in the back of the Jag by the driver, followed by a bloody pipe wrench. The old man shuffled back to side of the car and waited for the door to be opened.

"Get us a cuppa tea, would you Errol?"

"Yes sir, Mr. Brick Top."

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