AGGREKO

Have you heard about what is going on at the reservoir? There's a sewage tank, an electric fence, an invisible pile of chopped wood, a number-plate recognition camera, a miniature waterfall, a recurring taxi with flashing lights, a 'danger of death' sign, a big body of water, a concrete diving board, a desolate car seat, a smoking spot, an abandoned farmyard, a house that people live in and loads of ominous signs saying: "PRIVATE GROUNDS NO ENTRY".

Have you heard about 'AGGREKO' it is a big blue generator enclosed within a high-security fence. The building next to it has two CCTV screens displaying the road outside and some person has littered the area with an assortment of coke cans, evian bottles, smart price ASDA crisp packets, a Mr Men mug and a vulgar lecoqsportif polo shirt.

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A guy who plays keyboard is getting high with a fat kid in a nirvana hoody. They are eating fish and chips watching a film about the atom bomb. "Mate imagine being as strong as an atom bomb" The grunger says to the cool cat. "You'd be shit - you're incapable of anything until you implode on yourself and then you leave a smell or something that keeps on killing people for like, ten years or more". Inhaling as the end of the cigarette burns: "I guess man, but if it was on Halo you'd be a mean motherfucker".

Later on they walk to the beach and see the keyboarders ex girlfriend. He tries to say hello, but her gaze seems to sweep past him, resting awkwardly on the fat kid for a split-second before getting out her phone and pretending to talk to her best friend.

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A bus driver is pissed off. His Sky+ refused to record 'Curb Your Enthusiasm' and the pasty shop was sold out of steak and stilton. Loads of shit-faced students are on his bus talking about how hard their academic essays are and the elderly people are hobbling around the aisle bumping into the poles, hitting the "Stop" button more often than is useful.

Crashing, smashing, ball-bashing; the driver yearns to bounce his passengers around the insides of his bus like the green and yellow tic-tacs that he shakes around his small plastic container.

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A boy is wandering around the town at night, on his own, he stumbles upon some shotgun shells. He assumes its just the remains of some backward farmer's encounter with a badger or something as equally vapid. A taxi-car flashes passed him.

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The keyboard player and the fat kid get onto the bus because they are too stoned to drive. They sit at the back and the ex girlfriend sits at the front of the bus, she gets on at the next stop. The keyboard player says that Beth has been acting strange, the grunger agrees. The keyboard player says he wishes he didn't have to see her everyday at uni, and the grunger says nothing.

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The bus-driver glances in his mirror and sees a blond hardbody sat opposite him, she keeps glancing back to see the road go by out of the back window. The driver has had enough of his usual route. He wants to get frisky, the greasy bastard. He drives down a lane and is cut up by a crazy taxi. He follows it past an abandoned farmyard, alongside an electric fence, through a number-plate recognition camera, around a sewage tank, past a pile of invisible chopped up wood, ignoring a desolate car seat, past the smoking spot and stops at a big body of water in front of a black and white sign reading: "PRIVATE GROUNDS NO ENTRY".

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The boy is scared because as the road enfolds in front of him more and more gun pellets are made visible, shinning brilliantly in the moonlight, twinkling like stars but more dangerously. A bus drives by. He doesn't know what to think, so he just runs. He can hear shouting in the distance, but he is more concerned with the birds fluttering in the over-arching trees above him. Every sudden movement cuts deeply into his brain.

The boys on the bus are panicking because they know this is not the scheduled turn-of-events. The ex girlfriend comes and sits with them on the back row. She tells them both that she has been sleeping with the grunge kid, although he already knew this. The keyboarder is not bothered by this revelation, another day he may have been, but at this moment in time - stranded, held hostage by a horny bus driver in the middle of nowhere - he feels it to be an opportunity: for he has never had a threesome. He suggests, with a huge implication of guilt on behalf of the grunger and the girlfriend, that if they are going to die out here, then they may as well fuck out here first.

The bus-driver who has been snooping around the reservoir looks up and sees the blond girl take off her top through the window of his bus. He desperately runs towards the vehicle moving voraciously and ungraciously kicking up piles of dust all around him. A portrait of repulsion; his mouth is panting and his eyes are blinking incessantly.

The boy comes to the end of the road and unsurprisingly finds a big old bus parked in front of a sign reading: "PRIVATE GROUNDS NO ENTRY". The taxi-car is hidden to him, but nevertheless it is still there. Three men in suits are seen coming out of the building next to 'AGGREKO'. Three shotgun shots are heard and the lecherous bus driver is fucked. The boy sits down cross-legged and waits for his dream to end. The threesome inside the bus is awkward and the grunger has lost his hard-on. When the three men in suits walk onto the bus brandishing their long shotguns, the keyboard player loses his erection too. The girlfriends hole closes and the suited men's fingers squeeze their triggers. The boy imitating the Buddha still hasn't woken up from his nightmare and the three men in suits have no qualms in reminding him just how real this situation is.

The suited men chuck all five bodies into the sewage tank, tow the bus into the big body of water and get back into their taxi. They confer, but none of the detectives understand why this keeps on happening: none of them know what is going on at the reservoir.