Welcome to Hickstead, home to both Seven Oak Stables, and Blue Acre - two rival stables. Both offer opportunities for their clients to reach the highest level of excellence. Each stable differs from the other, so choose wisely and never forget, loyalty is everything... Meanwhile as the stables battle it out, there's trouble brewing at the university. Be careful, if you don't pick a side you may get caught in the cross-fire...
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"Don't fuck me over here, dickhead." Jason growled into the phone as he headed to the meeting point. "If you're not here in five minutes, the deal's off, and you'll find your storage unit swarming with fucking cops within an hour." He warned, before hanging up abruptly as the voice on the other end wittered away with their own pointless threat. He didn't have time for this bullshit, he was due to meet Heidi in an hour, which meant this back alley exchange needed to be done and dusted on time as he'd planned, so he could offload the goodies and be done with it in plenty of time. Jason didn't dabble in the black market crap too often these days, he'd taken a small step back from the scene after settling somewhat with his family, but it was hard to get out of it completely - partly because it was his nature to keep one foot in the dark, and the other part because he liked the money. It was good cash; dirty cash sure, but good. A way to plump out the otherwise meager salary he got for plastering a fake smile on his face and watching chunky middle aged women shuffle along on the treadmill, batting their eyelashes at him as if they had a hope in hell of enticing him.
He didn't do loitering, and as he paused on the corner of the warehouse building, miles away from most civilisation and at his newest meeting point - he lit a cig to kill the time. He made a habit of changing his drop off and meet points weekly, to avoid getting into the kind of trouble other dealers had. Predictability was the easiest way to screw yourself over. He took a long drag on his cigarette and exhaled long and slow, the nicotine helping to calm the nerves and frustrations as he waited. Just as he was reaching the end, he heard approaching footsteps, and he looked up, eyes narrowing in the gloom. He'd only met this guy once before, but this wasn't exactly the place for foot traffic. "Took you long enough." Guess the idiot had taken Jason's threat seriously enough to show up almost on time.
Cayden wiped down the machinery at the gym after using it and then sitting on the bench to take a drink. He changed into his street shoes and put his workout clothes in the duffle bag before leaving the gym. He was walking out of the city, and was going to go back to his apartment to sleep, but of course, things don’t go to plan.
He heard a voice call out that it had taken him long enough and all he did was raise his brows and then shake his head. Of course, some drug addict was out here trying to score, and obviously he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Normally firefighters could help escalate situations, but sadly he wasn’t one of them. Well he could if it was life or death, but he didn’t think it was that drastic yet.
”Sorry man, I don’t have it” he simply responded, not thinking about how this could sound to someone else if they were thinking something else.
Jason watched the guy draw closer, his furrowed brow deepened in frustration to see that the guy remained unhurried, despite being late and wasting Jason's goddamn time. He really didn't appreciate being taken for a mug, and even less so when the other person didn't bother to make an effort for it. Jason had gotten himself a decent reputation within his underground community, and he was known to be fearsome enough, so either this guy was a rookie or he was just plain stupid - fucking about with Jase. He might have a family now, and a home life and a stable job, but that didn't mean he had lost his edge... or his contacts.
”Sorry man, I don’t have it” Jason stared at the guy for a good couple of seconds before his limited patience snapped. He didn't speak, just grabbed the guy by the throat with his right hand and turned sharply to slam him against the building wall. A low growl escaped through clenched teeth as he leant his weight into his hand to make a point. "What the fuck do you mean, you don't have it." It was not a question he expected an answer to. "I can't decide if I want you to be fucking with me, which would be foolish, or if you're telling the truth, and you were that foolish." He warned, his voice dropping dangerously low.
As soon as the words left Cayden's mouth he almost immediately knew that it was the wrong thing to say. As his back hit the wall he dropped his gym bag on the ground and moved his hands to attempt to get this guys hands off of his throat. "I don't have anything that you're looking for in these dingy alleys." he struggled out before attempted to push him off again.
"I don't know who the fuck you are, or what you're even looking for, but fuck off" he said with another shove. Now he remembers why he preferred going to the gym before shift and not after it. This was one of those reasons. For some reason early mornings aren't the best time for drug runs, but late at night is? It makes absolutely no sense to him, but he wasn't stupid enough to put that shit in his body.
It was easy, too easy. What kids were they sending him these days? Fresh out of secondary school children? They'd be learning the hard way if that were true. "I don't have anything that you're looking for in these dingy alleys." the push was weak, the kid clearly didn't know how to fight, but Jason wasn't in the mood to fuck about and he allowed the move to make him release, narrowing his gaze on the guy, staring him down. "I think you're lying, either that or you're stupid." His tone lowered in warning, an obvious enough threat to anyone smart enough to work it out. If he didn't then that was his loss. Jason had never been a patient man, and that hadn't improved with age, not under any circumstances.
"I don't know who the fuck you are, or what you're even looking for, but fuck off" the second shove was enough to rile him. He felt the rush of adrenaline at the thought of a fight, it was an impulse of his to respond in that way. He'd always been a fighter. His jaw worked as he fought the urge to automatically snap back. The shove had only cost him a step, not much in the way of a give, but the disrespect... "So, it's stupid, then." referring to his previous comment as he looked the kid over. Who would be dumb enough to wander this part of the industrial estate at this time, if they weren't looking for trouble. "You should have stayed at Nursery, kid." he rolled his eyes, counting backwards in his head as was his usual method of dispelling his frustrations, and then somewhere before 6, the words 'fuck it' took over and he curled his hand into a fist and snapped out a right hook.
