Chapter Five: The Day Begins

"Is it gone?" Phil asked, still clinging to the metal spoke of the giant wheel.

"I don't know. But I'm not going back in there," Stu replied.

Suddenly a loud whirring sound pierced the silence of the morning; a few crows flew up, past the men's faces, as the wheel began to move. As the wheel turned slowly the three friends began to slide. Alan lost his grip and slid down the spoke onto Stu, who yelled,

"Get off me Alan!"

"I can't!" Alan retorted.

It was true; the force of the wheel turning was forcing Alan further towards Stu who was becoming more and more squashed.

Soon the wheel was too far turned to remain sitting on the metal poles; Phil flopped down from his sitting position,

"Ah! Fuck! Fuck!" he was hanging by one hand while Stu and Alan clambered like rats to remain hooked over the spoke. Alan saw Phil hanging and started to shuffle towards him, dragging his ass by pulling himself along with his hands.

"I'm coming Phil!" He shouted. He pushed impatiently at Stu who had nowhere to go, "Move Stu!"

"I can't!" He was at the end of the pole and had nowhere to go but back into the snake infested pod, "Stop moving, Alan!"

Alan opened his mouth to shout back when another voice interrupted,

"Oi! What're you doin' up there?"

It was a man in a smart uniform; he was operating the wheel and did not look pleased that three yanks had decided to use it as a climbing frame.

"Ah, shit," Phil's fingers slipped from the pole and he dropped the last ten feet to the ground, "Ow."

Stu jumped down, followed by Alan who flopped awkwardly as his leg got stuck on the pole.

"What do you think you're doin'?" The man in the uniform reached for his walkie-talkie.

"We were erm… We were-" Stu stammered.

"-It's for charity," Phil rescued the situation, "We climbed it for er…"

"Fathers for Justice!" Stu added stupidly.

Uniform guy looked confused, "I didn't know anything about this."

"Well, you know, we don't get permission for the things we do!" Stu looked strangely angry, "We do what's right for the children!"

"Well he's clearly been shot," the Londoner pointed to Phil.

"It's just his costume," Stu was on a roll now, "He's a, erm…"

"A victim of the economy," Alan added proudly. He walked up to Phil, "It's totally fake," he prodded Phil in his wounded shoulder and Phil yelped. He bit his lip and smiled through gritted teeth,

"Totally fake," he squeaked.

"Look," the uniform guy looked truly apologetic, "I support what you're doin' I really do. But I have to report this," he started to tune his walkie-talkie.

Alan stepped towards him, "I'm afraid we can't let you do that." Before anyone could react Alan head-butted the man, knocking him out. Blinking, he stumbled backwards a little dazed.

"What the fuck? Who are you?" Stu shouted.

"It had to be done," Alan straightened up and started to walk away. Phil followed him,

"Come on man," he said to Stu, "Let's get the fuck out of here."

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