The lift stank
of urine. Empty cigarette packets and brown paper bags screwed into
unrecognisable tapers littered the cage. Fit scrawlings covered the walls and
some stupid bastard had tried to unscrew the control panel. Much as Joe
depended on outright vandalism for kicks, he could not appreciate this. Tearing
a telephone kiosk apart was one thing, but destroying a lift when it serviced
those bent on destruction made no sense at all.
"Hurry up -
the stench is killin' me," Hymie complained as the doors closed on them.
Joe felt
nauseous. Filthy swine, he thought as the urine smell grew stronger. Against a
wall outdoors was okay. Here, ridiculous.
"Pigs,"
Don said.
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