It was October on a rainy wet morning in Silverburn. David Andrews was delivering parcels to Sports Direct, the shop his mum worked in. As he walked along the straight pavement on the motorway the rain not bothering him. Walking through the car park thinking how dark and quiet it was. He could see the guard checking the workers passes to get in and David went into the queue. 

Finally it was Davids turn, “Where are you going young boy?” said Eric. “I’m going to see my ma in Sports Direct, she works there”.  “Where is your pass?” Oh I don’t work there I just do the deliveries”.  “No pass you don’t past”. “but “NO BUTS!” I’ll be taking them, David hid the box of fitba boots behind his back while the guard looked at the shin guards I will take these for my son now move. NEXT, luckily David knew another way in it was through an alley.

So he walked to the alley where it was quiet he thought it would be the same today but it wasn’t David turned the corner and saw Derek and when you saw Derek you knew there was trouble. David walked past him trying to avoid any eye contact but the next thing he heard was alright wee man what do you want said David, give me the fitba boots and all your money. Naw! Shouted David as he grabbed Derek and through him into the wall and ran through the Silverburn deliveries door and locked it behind him.