The market was busier than usual. It had really grown in the last three or four months and people were travelling from outside the area to browse and buy now. It was doing a lot of good for the town's economy.
Not everyone was happy though.
Derek couldn't cut through the town centre after work without getting caught behind dawdling slow-coaches and he'd had enough.
He opened his bag and pulled out a huge adjustable wrench.
"Out of my way!" he shouted.
He swung the wrench around above his head and brought it down on to innocent people who were blocking his passage home.
Screams, blood, a scuffle, sirens, face-down, handcuffs.
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