"Shit" Baz mutters, pulling up to the cops. "We're tryin' tae get to the palace" he growls, thickening his voice. "Boss told us tae go pick up th' trash- said jes' coz there's a war on don't mean trash don't gotta be picked up. He'm better be payin uz some 'azard pay, I fuckin' tell yez. Pinkies been takin' pot-shots at us the whole way..."<br/><br/>He takes off his beret and wipes his head. The cops will see real, genuine fear in his eyes. "I don't like wars. And I don't like drivin'. Used to be pinkies doin' dis, wiv me just overseein'.... now dey gone with that fuckin equality movement I gots to bloody drive.... I don't like it. Just let us go into where we gotta go, then we'll be off on our fuckin way"