LiberalAs this was all unfolding inside the prestigious beachside residence, security guard Brad was still bound up in the boot of the car. He was alone. He’d taken a few kicks from the kind gentleman in the back with him on the journey from the Lakeside, and had been tied by his hands, knees and ankles. His hands were bound around a support strut for the back seats of the car, so he wasn’t going anywhere. It was starting to piss him off. Little did he know, and little did this unpleasant mob of gentlemen thugs know, but Brad’s security agency had been alerted to the situation. He hadn’t checked in by phone or text in the usual window, and it was standard practice in these scenarios to send out a crew to track down the phone, and hopefully the employee. The big lummox that had been liberal
