BASSMAN 4

 "Find BASSMAN." Chief Inspector Osted Betterson only had one thought in his mind.

He suspected that you could practise a double bass with no one really hearing. Even if the sound crept out a bit, it could easily be mistaken for a cello. He was sure that he could walk around the local streets and hear anyone practising a trumpet or an electric guitar. This could be a hard nut to crack. He knew that BASSMAN could be walking around the streets, right in front of him. After all, he'd taken out three eyes of the only two people who could identify him.

Fortunately, like Sherlock Holmes before him, Osted had a loyal sidekick - not a medical doctor, but a man of God. Osted had sent a couple of text messages to Pastor Raebrn but, as yet, there had been no reply. Then his phone beeped. "Sorry, wat cleaning that Methodist church. take long corse I look in cupbords. See you son."

Pastor Raebrn

Pastor Raebrn, a fervent Presbyterian pastor and cleaner, might have used bad grammar due to a lack of proofreading what he wrote, but he had a knowledge of music and some of the instruments that were used to make music. He would be a valuable asset on this case.

In a house not that far away four men were sitting around a table. They all had the same insignia sewn onto the back of their jackets.

 "Larrikin Imbiciles." In the early days of the gang's existence there had been quite a bit of misspelling on these signs of power. Fortunately, someone had stolen a dictionary and they had finally been able to get all the signs spelt the same. They liked the word 'larrikin' because it was supposedly from Australia (a big country) and it sounded tough. They had only found out the meaning of 'imbeciles' after the dictionary was stolen, but everyone had sort of gotten used to the rhythm of the two words, so they decided to stay with what they had. 

A big man they called Base sat there with both his eyes bandaged up. To his right sat a man with a grumpy face and an eyepatch. He was known as Gitta. Next to him sat an older man. His name was Wrong Carta because he was certainly the wrong man to cross.

Wrong Carta

One man was obviously in charge and everybody waited for him to talk first. His name was Pull Chambas.

Pull Chambas

"How did you two fuckwits get beaten up by some old bastard?"

No one answered.

"This is a bloody joke! I got a call from Diss at The Loud Horns motorcycle gang. They're all pissing themselves about this. We need to sort this out fast. I want this music guy..."

"BASSMAN." suggested Wrong.

"Shut the fuck up when I'm talking! I want this guy found and sorted out so that everybody knows! Check all the supermarkets. The local library. Churches. Everywhere. No one can stay hidden forever. What's this silly instrument that he plays?"

"A double bass." said Wrong sheepishly.

"Okay, a bass guitar. Listen out for the bloody thing, or someone carrying one! Now get out there, all of you, find this cunt!"