Nineteen
‘Think we should take the guns?’
Herbert was concerned and sat on the lid of the toilet seat, his dowsing rods with him. Benjamin trimmed at the excesses of his beard in front of the mirror next to him. Benjamin thought about the question and casually looked over.
‘Absolutely, no question,’ he told Herbert.
‘Why Welshpool?’ Herbert wondered further.
Benjamin stopped. ‘Race has got to start somewhere, I guess.’
Herbert shuffled about on the toilet seat. ‘Benjamin, why are you so calm?’
‘Because we’re going to win. There is nothing faster than The Claw. They haven’t got in touch with us to race, they’ve come to marvel. And why shouldn’t they? We’re the masters of our universe. The baddest people out of North Wales.’
‘But what if they’re sore losers? They might have lasers. I
