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Last time we seen Scully, he travelled to Alexandra, Virginia to warn Robbie about Pest. To tell Robbie that being apart of the Black Hand wasn't a good idea. My question is; Why didn't Scully just wait till Wednesday night Warfare in Tokyo, Japan? I'm sure Robbie would of been roaming around the arena. Maybe it was because Pest is locked up, somewhere in a large, metal container. At least Pest was out the way for the time being. Now it was time for the conclusion of this beautifully written story. Well, for now anyway.

Scully was at a local bar, with his friend Alfie. Last time they tried to meet, things never went to plan. Alfie was attacked by some homo bashers, before he even got to the bar and has been in recovery. Although, he was still a little sore, he needed to get of the house. So here we are at a bar, in the daytime and quenching at the thought of alcohol. Skull had a pint of Budweiser and Alfie had a Bacardi and Coke. It was a bit dead in the bar and nothing exciting was really happening.

"When you've fully recovered, we'll have to go to that bar again. Yeah, you know the one you never even got too? Hopefully those assholes are there and I can sort them out for ya. The pigs ain't doing shit."

"I know, I rang them earlier to see what was happening with the case. Nothing by the sound of it. They found one of the guys, let him out on bail."

"What the hell is wrong with society these days? This world is fucked up. England have shitty laws too. I remember when I was seventeen, I was wrestling in some small wrestling company. I had a shitty bedsit, yeah. I had earnt everything in that dump myself. My TV, my CD Player, whatever console it was back then. Think it was PS1. My sofa bed, everything. Some cock face lived upstairs, always knocking my door, trying to befriend me, offering me fuckin' spliffs."

"What was his name?"

"Gary... He was a skinny, Bold headed Prick. Well he always asked me for shit. Hi Mike, can I borrow some sugar? Can I use your phone? In the end I got fed up, told him to fuck off. I went away that weekend and well I got a call from my landlord, saying it had been broken in too."

"Really? What a dick!"

"When I came back, my stuff was gone. I knew it was Gary. He left black bags in my bin, I took them out with gloves as I didn't want to contaminate the evidence. My landlord let me in Garys flat and hey, he was gone and the same black bags, with the same green, shitty writing, were on his bed. I did all the detective work."

"So he got arrested yeah?"

"They found him a week later in another town, a couple of junctions down the motorway. He admitted it and said he'd sold the stuff. The shitty detective said he's sorry, he's living in a caravan and he hasn't got anything. So fuckin' what I said, I got fuck all either now."

"They really said that?"

"Yeah the cunts. They did jack, he got away with it and I never seen Gary again. From that day on, if someone did something bad to me, I dealt with it myself. Pigs just don't want the hassle of earning there paycheck and taking someone to court for 'not enough value' items. It's shit."

"And I thought this country was bad?!"

"It's all bad, my friend. So Alfie, this bar is a little shit ain't it? Ya wanna go somewhere else?"

"Like where?"

"Do you remember Pest?"

"Yeah that peodo bastard! Never liked him, never will."

Scully whispers to Alfie.

"I bricked him the other day. I got him hostage."

Alfie bursts out loudly.

"What for real? Where?"

"Ssssssshh. Yeah I'll show you."

Scully and Alfie down there drinks. It was easier for Alfie, he only had a girls drink. They leave the bar and walk across the road, where Scully's red Dodge Charger is parked. He didn't need the family car today. Both Skull and Alfie jump in, Skull starts the engine and away they go. Both men don't say alot on the short journey. Alfie was wondering If Scully would really do something like that and if it was just Scully being a comedian.

10 minutes later....

Scully and Alfie pull up and both men exit the vehicle. Skull encourages Alfie to follow him. They get to the large metal container and now Alfie believes it could be real. Skull unlocks the padlock and he pulls the door open. The light shines through, Alfie see's the figure on the floor and now knows it isn't a joke. Skull turns the torch on and closes the large metal door behind him. This time though Pest isn't moving. His eyes are closed and both men move towards the body.

"Are you sure he's even alive?"

"He was a couple of days ago."

"You telling me, you haven't been here for a couple of days?"

"Fuck him.. Not literally."

Alfie crouches down and nudges him a couple of times. He then holds his fingers on the neck of Pest and feels for a pulse in his wrist.

"He's still alive. But he's in a bad way, lost a lot of blood. Come on, let's untie him."

"Nah... Leave him to rot."

Alfie picks up a knife which is on the floor nearby. He cuts the rope on the hands of Pest and then does the same to his feet. He gestures for Skull to help him. Skull sighs and lifts Pest up, putting him over his shoulder. They both walk towards the container door and Alfie opens it. Alfie turns the torch off whilst Skull puts Pest down on the ground and passes the keys to Alfie. Alfie then attempts to lock the container but drops the key which falls in a rabbit hole. Skull shakes his head and reaches down to grab it. Meanwhile, Pest is stirring but both men have there backs to him. Skull manages to grab the key and passes it to Alfie, who this time manages to lock it. Both men look at each other and laugh. They then turn around and to there suprise.. Pest is gone.

"Where the fucks he gone?"

"I don't fuckin' know, he did some Houdini shit."

The next thing you know.... BANG! Alfie is dropped in the back of the head as he falls to the ground, face first. Skull quickly turns around... SMACK! Only to receive the same treatment. Pest just hit them both with a metal bar. Alfie remains unconscious, Skull looks up at Pest who smiles before limping away into the woods.