FREE ESSAY ON KENT KITE CLUB

KENT KITE CLUB

"YES, HERE IN TUNBRIDGE WELLS we've got it all, the infamous Mineral Spa - often
frequented by royalty, a theatre and the world-renowned Pantiles, an elegant shopping
area, laid out way back in 1638. Plus many organisations and charities including the
English Basket-weavers' Association, Welsh Bagpipe Players Worldwide, and of course, the
Kent Kite Club. Please see me after the tour if you would like a free guide to local
clubs and events."
The tour guide gave a sickly, toothy grin, then led the rest of the hot and tired
tourists off to another 'interesting' part of the city. Mr. Mohandas Rashid, a tall dark
Indian with a furry moustache, took a long breath as his eyes scanned the area for a
snack bar, no such luck. He glanced at his watch. Damn! It was five to six! He had five
minutes to get from the town centre to Derricks' house, carrying his heavy suitcase,
packed full with clothes and memories of times gone by. The journey was going to take at
least twenty minutes! Derrick and Mohandas had been close friends since pre-school, and
they'd been neighbours on an estate in Hemel Hempstead, but they hadn't seen each other
since University. Mr. Rashid paused as he thought over the contents of the case, and
wondered what it would be like to see his old chum; would they still have the same things
in common? Would Derrick not like his suit? It would be all right, even if they didn't
get on; it was only going to be for a few days. Mohandas wondered whether he should have
brought his old kite, Derrick might think it was a bit childish, then again Derrick said
on the phone to bring it, but Mohandas thought he might have been joking… "Stop
worrying!" Mohandas told himself, as he reached for the suitcase and headed for 'Redneck
Drive'.
After an exhausting trek through the dirty streets of the sub-orderly town, Mohandas came
across a brand new sign with the simple 'REDNECK DRIVE' in bold black letters looking
down on him from the side of the last house in the road.
"I guess this must be it." Mohandas said to himself as he reached inside the top-left
pocket of his bleach-white, iron-pressed shirt for the letter stating his friends'
address. 'Canterville Chase, Redneck Drive, Tunbridge Wells, Kent'. Mohandas glimpsed up
the road. He could see a few outside lights on and a few shocked cats running off at the
approach of a stranger. Mohandas looked at the houses, relatively new, quite upmarket,
with brand new Toyotas decorating each plot. At the end of the cul-de-sac was a church
hall, with notices concerning local trivialities plastered to a peeling turquoise painted
board to the left of the entrance, with an orange lamp illuminating the papers. Mohandas
walked down, looking at the house names as he went. About the sixth house down on the
left-hand side was an average-sized abode, about 1 or 2 years old maybe, with a wooden
name plaque with classical lettering telling him that this was 'Canterville Chase'.
Mohandas looked around as he prepared to cross the spotless road, saw nothing, and
crossed. Before Mohandas reached the other side though, a bright red sports car came
whizzing around the corner, which lead onto the main road. Mohandas only just managed to
move out the way of the speeding vehicle, and as he spun round to take a look at the
offensive party, he just managed to catch a shimmer of light spinning around a turn, the
flash car was still accelerating! Mohandas threw an annoyed grunt and waved a finger at
the vanished car, but decided not to pursue the tyrant. With a quick brush down, Mohandas
continued to cross the red-tarmac sea that was Redneck Drive and went up to the house.
Mohandas paused before knocking, wondering what a good opening line might be. Mohandas
peered into the lace-curtained window, inside was the unmistakable Derrick Harper, in a
relaxed, but tense 'I'm anxiously waiting for an old school friend to knock' pose on his
maroon velvet sofa, watching television. As if sensing he were being watched, his old
chum slammed down the remote control and started toward the window, waved a friendly two
fingers at him, and headed toward the doorway. Mohandas stood back and the front door
opened.
"Hey! How are you doing, you old son of a gun! Come in! Sit down! I'll get you a cuppa.
Now, tell me about your journey…" Derrick's face had totally lit up, with an
uncanny resemblance to the way he had looked after playing one of their schoolboy pranks
all those many years ago. Derricks' hands were held out in an amiable gesture welcoming
Mohandas into his newly furnished home. Mohandas followed him into a fresh-looking
green-blue and bright yellow hall and took his dry-cleaned suit off.
"Love the decorating! How long did it take?" Mohandas asked.
"You do? Rachel, my girlfriend, is an interior designer, as you can see, she's very good.
She helped with both sides; the practical and the planning. Oh, where are my manners?
I'll take your coat," A very tense and hurried Mr. Harper held two outstretched arms,
ready to grab Mohandas's overcoat. Mohandas couldn't remember if Derrick had always been
that way… Mohandas handed over the overcoat, and Derrick promptly put it on a
florescent blue coat peg. "Okay," Derrick sighed deeply, then looked Mohandas up and
down. "Why, Rashid, I do believe you've put on weight! Must be all those cream buns we
stole from the tuck shop as kids!" Derrick laughed.
"Don't remind me! I'm a lawyer now! I'd like to forget about those mischievous escapades
of ours…" Mohandas smiled and shook his head as if to relieve himself of the
memory.
"What?! You never told me, how come? I thought you had your heart set on being a doctor?
I was going to be the legal one remember, I'm the cop! Out with it! Explain your change
of heart." Derrick asked with a puzzled smile stretched across his multiple chins.
"Oh, doesn't matter, it's a long story. Anyway, did I hear the mention of a cup of tea?"
"Oops! Sorry, I forgot all about it. Hey, I've got a better idea, lets pop down the local
and I'll introduce you to the boys…"
When they got to the pub, they were greeted by a drunk old man outside mumbling on about
"sunlight falling," and "plenty of snakes". He was clearly out of his mind. When Mohandas
approached the joint though, he stared at him with an open mouth then said, "Woo hoo hoo!
Heh heh! A dark stranger! Yeez'll be surry young man!" then turned back to his senseless
mumbling. When Derrick heard this, he spun round and flashed his Police ID card and told
the man to 'shut it or he'd get him', then straightened his jacket and continued to the
door.
"You know, you're turning back to your old ways." Mohandas commented as they stepped
through the entrance.
"Huh?"
"Protecting me. Remember? That's how we first became friends, Marcus Townsend, the school
bully, you know, big, thick bushy eyebrows," Mohandas continued.
"How could I forget, I saw that ugly face in my nightmares for the next six months. I was
so scared of getting beaten up I even got my mum to pick me up from school!" Derrick
grinned, then furrowed his brow.
"Do you remember how you first got involved?" asked Mohandas.
"OH! I remember now… You were new, friendless, second year, and Marcus had started
to pick on your because you were Asian… And I stuck up for you." Derrick laughed
loudly at the pure idiocy in his actions.
"You also got your face punched in that day," Mohandas continued.
"And every day after! I guess it was worth it though…" Derrick paused, then headed
toward the bar. Mohandas followed and leant over the wooden drinks ledge and took a look
at the selection.
"You guess it was worth it? I'm almost thinking of not buying you a drink…"
Mohandas turned back to the beers, then to the barman.
"Erm… I'll have an extra strong Bass and my friend will have a…"
"Same."
"Right, that's two extra strong Basses please." The barman gave Mohandas a weary look,
probably just noticing he was a stranger, then asked, 
"Stayin' long, are you?" Mohandas turned to Derrick again and replied, 
"As long as he'll have me!" Derrick and Mohandas both laughed, where as the barman just
said, "That'll be three-pounds and eighty-pence then, please." Mohandas got out his
wallet and paid for the two thick, warm, brown and strangely sweet brews and took the
glasses. Derrick lifted his glass and said a cheer,
"To good friends!" as he raised his glass and caught a few odd glances from various
patrons. They knocked their glasses and laughed together.
"What's those lots' problem?" Mohandas whispered after remarking the others' reactions.
"Oh, they're probably just not used to you. Don't mind them; they're just sour, bitter,
old men. But anyway, how did you get into the legal profession?" asked Derrick.
"I work for the 'Equal Opportunities Commission'. I do cases mainly dealing with unfair
dismissal, racial harassment, sexual harassment etc., racist issues mostly, you know,
living in Brixton. There's a large amount of ethnic minorities concentrated in that area,
so I was inspired." Mohandas started to explain.
"So what, you noticed there wasn't much policing on that front…?" Derrick guessed.
"You got it. I was just so sick of standing by, just tolerating all the verbal threats
and abusive language, that I decided to take a degree in law after my one in
medicine…"
"I'm sorry, run that by me again. You gave up on what would've been undoubtedly a highly
successful career in medicine, for a highly unpredictable and stressful career in law?
Why? How did your family take it? You were planning to follow your cousin into the
medical field." exclaimed Derrick, spilling his beer in the process. Mohandas gave him a
suave, sarcastic smile, and took another sip of his beer. 
"I knew I could do it, and my family didn't care as long as I was successful and happy.
They understood how I felt about the intimidators of innocents. It's one thing that has
always bugged me,"
"And me!" Derrick butted in.
"Like I was saying, I felt I owed it to the world, to prevent people from suffering due
to their racial differences and -"
"Amen." Derrick said with a widening grin.
"I'm doing it again, aren't I? I'm babbling. Sorry, I apologise."
"No worries. Hey, just like most lawyers, you're really cranky!" Derrick laughed and took
a look at his watch.
"My, it's half-seven! We spent over one and half-hours boozing! You must be starved.
Let's get home and I'll heat up a Bachelors."
By the time they'd finished their supper, it was half-ten. They decided that they'd both
watch telly until one could be bothered to pop the dishes away. 
"Hey, I forgot to mention it, I brought the kite!" Mohandas sparked.
"Great. Did I tell you there's even a special kite club here?" asked Derrick.
"No, but a tourist guy said about it, 'Kent Kite Club'. Right?"
"Yeah, you know they hold meetings here, once a fortnight, quite regular really, in the
church hall." stated Derrick.
"Well, why don't we go along? It could be fun." suggested Mohandas.
"Um… I don't know about that, I don't think they like uninvited guests. Some of
them are a bit odd like that."
"Well, where do they fly their kites? Maybe we could drop by and see what's going on."
proposed Mohandas.
"I think they do it up on the Common, every Saturday, dawn till dusk. Should be easy
enough to find them, they even have their own specially made uniform white kites!
Sometimes when I feel like it I go up to do a bit of flying, but I can't be bothered to
go to the meetings."
Mohandas yawned, "Yeah? We could go up tomorrow. I think it's my time to turn in," he
rubbed his eyes "So I'm sleeping in the front room." Mohandas asked as he started to head
up the stairs.
"Yeah, I'll be going up soon, after this documentary's over. 'Behind Bars'. It's all
about the people in Holloway Prison. You know, this 'Jenny' has committed three attempts
at burglary, and had two goes at arson!" exclaimed Derrick, spitting with frustration.
"It's deplorable!"
"I wasn't really watching, you know, if I stay standing much longer, I'm going to
faint."
The next morning, as Mohandas was pouring out his Corn Flakes, and Derrick was making a
peanut and jelly sandwich, the men heard a knock on the door. Derrick went to answer it.
"Oh hi! Didn't expect it to be you, Rach. Come on in, meet Mohandas." Mohandas heard from
the hallway. This had to be Rachel, the interior designer girlfriend. He had been
wondering what Derricks' taste was like, so he got up and headed to the hall.
Impeccably good. Rachel was a slim, blue-eyed brunette with an open smile. Mohandas
assumed she went for blokes on personality, because although Derrick had a great
character, he wasn't very handsome. 
"Hi! You're Rachel?" Mohandas asked.
"That was it last time I looked at my underwear! So you must be Mohandas." Rachel
returned.
"Yeah. I'm stealing your bloke for a few days while I check out the sights." Mohandas
said.
"It's nice to finally meet you, Derrick's been going on and on about you ever since this
visit was arranged. So you're visiting the sights, eh? In which case I would thoroughly
recommend a visit to the Salvation Army."
"The what?" Mohandas retorted, assuming he'd misheard.
"The Salvation Army. Nicole and I decorated the place last weekend. It looks so
excellent, multicoloured walls and tasteful ornaments everywhere. Did you like the
house?"
"Yeah, I even asked who'd done it!" replied Mohandas.
"Just a sec, isn't the Salvation Army by the common?" questioned Derrick.
"Yeah, why, you planning on a picnic? I make a great peanut and jelly sandwich…"
Rachel reminded Derrick, laughing.
"I know, but Mohandas and I were going to go up and fly our kites with the Kite Club, see
if we could go along to a meeting maybe, Mohandas and I used to be real kite-fanatics in
our young whippersnapper days."
"Oh! The Kite Club! Yeah, it might be a cool idea if we all went up to the Salvation,
then afterwards, you boys could go and play with your toys." volunteered Rachel.
"Yeah! When shall we leave, Derrick?" asked Mohandas.
"Well I can leave in just about half an hour, all I've got to do is have my breakfast,
put on the answer machine, and do the washing up. You?" asked Derrick to Mohandas.
"Just finish my cereal."
"Well that's sorted then," Rachel paused to look at her golden watch, smiling as she did
so. "We leave at half ten. Oh, don't bother with the washing up Derrick, I'll do that.
I'll also do some sandwiches." Rachel gave Derrick a quick kiss and dashed into the
kitchen in order to carry out her promised tasks, then shouted back at them to get a move
on.
By the time they'd got to the Salvation Army, it was half eleven. Derrick had decided he
desperately needed a shower so the group were delayed a further half-hour. The main room
was cramped, obviously, only three men would be able to fit along it's width, but the
paint-work played an odd illusion with his eyes, orange and pink, striped horizontally in
thick lines along the walls. Mohandas figured Rachel must be talented after seeing some
of her work. He noticed a painting of a white kite with unusual pattern markings on the
wall.
"Rachel," Rachel spun her head round from a conversation with an old, solemn-looking
black man on the hospice floor.
"Uh-huh?"
"Who's the artist? It's an odd subject matter."
"You're talking to her." She got up and stared at the painting. "I did it about a year
ago, I tried to sell it but no-one wanted it. It's of one of those uniform Kent Kite Club
kites; my father was a devotee. Every Saturday he'd spend up the common, flying his
'little white hawk'." Mohandas gave Rachel an awkward smile, I mean, what does he say?
'Nice to know your father's a loony?'
"So, uh, why is that guy here? He looks so glum, is he okay to talk to?" asked Mohandas,
pointing at the elderly grey-haired male in the corner with whom Rachel had previously
been conversing.
"Billy Marsden, his name is." Rachel looked both sides then whispered, "If you're
planning to talk to him, tread carefully, he lost his only daughter, the only one that
cared for him, in a tragic fire in their home. He used to be a cheery soul, Derrick knew
him well. Derrick, needless to say, took him home for the first few weeks, till we found
somewhere else, it's the main reason I decorated this place, other than good publicity,
his comfort." She nodded at him and Mohandas looked sympathetically at the huddled up
fellow. He decided to investigate. Mohandas slowly walked east towards the window, near
to the man.
"Hello, I'm with Rachel," Mohandas realised he didn't have a clue what to talk to him
about, Billy was staring up at him with tired, red eyes. "Umm, do you like the Kite
painting?" he asked. It was as good an opening as any other was. The man lifted an
eyebrow at him, then looked him up and down, and then relaxed his tense shoulders.
"No. Do you, Mr, er..?" questioned the friendly old gentleman.
"Rashid. Mohandas, just call me that." Mohandas filled in. For some reason Billy smiled
lightly with fellowship.
"Indian, by the sound of it. I'm British," said the guy rather firmly, "but my parents
came from America, North Carolina. They never explained why they left… Oh, I'm
Billy Marsden. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, brother."
Mohandas smiled, "And as it is mine. Why don't you like the painting?" queried Mohandas.
Billy looked puzzled.
"Er… it's horrible. I don't like the subject matter." answered Billy.
"You don't like kites? Are you telling me you didn't fly kites as a kid?" Mohandas
sounded shocked, but Billy just shook his head and muttered something under his breath.
Mohandas was about to question further, when Derrick and Rachel, arm in arm, waltzed into
the room together.
"Are you done looking around, M'hatma?" Mohandas heard Derrick's loud voice booming into
the room. He glanced at Billy, cross-legged on the floor, as if wanting him to reply.
"Yep, you've done a fine job here Rachel." complimented Mohandas.
"Oh, well…"
"You're a star," commented Derrick as he kissed her on the cheek. "And I love you for
it." He smiled contentedly, then caught sight of his watch. He turned to Mohandas,
"Were we gonna check out the Kite Club before they turn in?" he asked.
"Mmm, which direction is it?"
"Just across the heath. Let's go!" Chirped Rachel, merrily stuffing Derrick out the door.
Mohandas followed them out and turned back to wave goodbye to Billy. Billy just gave him
a strained half-smile for his efforts.
Mohandas, Derrick and Rachel went back to the car in order to get the kites before they
set off in search of the Kent Kite Club members. As Rachel was getting their picnic
hamper out of the boot of the car, the weather seemed to take a U-turn for the worse. It
had been a beautiful day, but a storm cloud was drifting over-head. Just then, as
Mohandas was watching the skyline, he noticed some uniformed white kites.
"Is that them?" he asked, pointing towards the horizon.
Derrick smiled, "Yes, we should just be able to catch them before their lunch break." He
turned to Rachel, "Need some help, my chicken?" Chicken? Unusual pet name, Mohandas
thought. Rachel looked up.
"Huh? Oh, no. I'm fine, let's get going." She replied.
As the three set off Mohandas glanced back to see Billy in the doorway of the two-storey
building, shaking his head, Mohandas just waved.
After about ten minutes of brisk pacing with little chatter, they reached a clearing
where they found ten, maybe twenty young and old men from the local area flying their
kites in unison. It was hard to tell exactly how many there were, as some were obscured
by trees, but around fifteen kites were in the sky. They walked up to a grey-haired man
doing something intricate with his kite, but he just pointed in the direction of another,
standing, watching the others.
"Hello, I'm Mohandas Rashid. Do you know Derrick?" asked Mohandas. The man stared at him
for what must have been at least three seconds, then answered the question.
"Erm… yes, I do." He took a quick glance at Rachel and Derrick. "Did you want
something?" He asked, noticing the kites.
"Yeah, Mohandas here, is an old school friend of mine and he's only staying for a few
days. We brought our kites, as that was our favourite activity in our boyish days. We
wanted to do it again for old times sakes." continued Derrick.
"Oh… that's nice. Well, I suppose you could join us…" He said, looking over
his shoulder. A man in the distance nodded slowly, and the first man handed Derrick a
leaflet, which he promptly shoved inside his pocket.
"Great! We'll just get set up over here then," said Rachel.
The edgy old man looked uneasily about him, then went over to talk to some fellow
members.
"Well he was nervous, wasn't he?" commented Rachel.
"Yeah, it was like we were going to bite his head off!" replied Derrick.
They spent the whole afternoon up at the common, flying the kites. If it wasn't for
Rachel having to go visit her mother, they'd have probably spent the evening there as
well. Derrick had offered Rachel a lift, but she thought it better to walk. Without the
female companionship, the boys left fifteen minutes after that. 
"Well, I'm ready to leave, what about you?" asked Derrick, reeling in his kite.
"Yes. It looks as though it might rain. Shall we pop into your local for a quick pint on
the way back?" suggested Mohandas. He turned in the direction of the pub, calculating how
long it would take to get there.
"Good idea," Derrick paused to look at his watch, "We'll probably be back in time for
'The Bill' at eight. Do you watch that?" he asked.
"Sometimes. Lets get going then."
As they were walking, Mohandas edged in closer to Derrick in order to ask a question.
"Um…Derrick," he paused, wondering how Derrick would react to his thought. "Did you
think that the, er, Kite Club members were a bit 'stand-offish' towards us? Like they
didn't want us there?" Mohandas lifted an eyebrow to await the response. Derrick
shrugged.
"Yeah, I noticed that too, but believe me, there's nothing in it. They're just eccentric
old men with nothing better to do than fly kites. They're probably just put out that we
weren't invited to their little gathering but turned up anyway," assured Derrick "They're
always like that."
"Yeah, I suppose you'd know, I just didn't like their attitude." Mohandas explained as
they entered the pub. 
Derrick started to walk up past other wide-eyed, drunken patrons to the bar. Mohandas
called out to him,
"Derrick, get me a 'Smiles'. Oh, and can we sit in the corner tonight, by the window?"
Derrick spun round in his seat by the bar. 
"Sure, pal." he replied.
Mohandas sat and looked out the window as he waited. He could just make out what looked
like some local hooligans messing around with a bonfire in the distance. One was dancing
around with a stick in his hand, while another one was adding petrol. Derrick approached
and sat down.
"See anything?" Derrick inquired.
"Well, maybe. Did you know some kids out there are setting a bonfire, on the common?"
replied Mohandas.
"Oh great! Them again! I've been hounding them for three months now, but somehow those
kids always manage to slip through my fingers." Derrick shook his head in despair.
Mohandas wondered if he shouldn't have told him. "This is personal now!" Derrick laughed
and Mohandas smiled at his troubled friend. They both took a sip of their drinks and
relaxed into the corner bench.
"What are those lot up to?" asked Mohandas, gesturing towards the window. Derrick
smirked.
"Truthfully, I haven't got a clue. All I know is that one old lady, Miss. Rodgers, keeps
on complaining about the racket they make. Strange thing is, no other residents have
complained. Often in the mornings though, I find great piles of ash in that clearing, on
the common. My boss tells me to drop the case, that 'its out of my field of experience'!"
Derrick exclaimed.
"But you're not abouts to do that, are you?" Mohandas asked.
"No! He's just always had it in for me, you know, when I came, as a Racial Crimes
Representative for this division,"
"Hey! Hold it, Racial Crimes Representative? That's a bit like what I do, cool!" Mohandas
smiled.
"Yeah… Well, after the introduction, he came up and said that my position 'wasn't
necessary' and 'a waste of English taxpayers money'! Anyway, he has just dismissed any
case I follow up since then as 'insignificant'." Derrick clearly didn't think
affectionately of this man.
"An example, a case where he said this." Mohandas requested.
"Well… There's been a series of disappearances in this area, and I spotted the
obvious connection, that every single one was a member of some racial or religious
minority; a Sikh, a Hindu Indian, a Black North-American tourist, er… and Martha
Marsden, Billy's Black wife."
"Billy's? Poor guy… Wife and daughter gone. Do you have any leads?" Mohandas asked,
concern clearly showing in his eyes.
"Yeah, several. Thing is, when I phone base to tell them what I'm up to, I'm suddenly
phoned back by our good Boss with 'an urgent and pressing matter back at the station.' He
is a complete and total pain in the butt! Thanks to him and a wall of silence, I've got
nowhere." Derrick glanced at his watch, and jerked back in surprise. "We ought to go,
it's half-eleven, we've missed 'The Bill'. We can cut across the common to save time.
I've got my torch on me."
"Always the efficient one!" Mohandas laughed.
"Damn! The torch is going!" Derrick said as he hit the batteries in a futile attempt to
alleviate the darkness.
"Looks like we'll be a while getting home then. Hey, do you want to investigate the
bonfire?" Mohandas asked, pointing in the direction of the only prominent light through
the trees.
"Umm… All right, maybe I could get a positive ID on one or more of them. Let's try
our best to remain inconspicuous though." Derrick advised as they started to head in the
direction of the fluctuating light flickering on the trees. They came to about ten metres
away from the fire and hid behind a conveniently placed bush to observe the following
events.
Derrick squinted in order to view the participants. They didn't look like kids; these
were adults, even more to the point he recognised some of them.
"Derrick," Mohandas whispered "Are those the same gentlemen we saw earlier at the Kent
Kite Club gathering?"
"Yes, I recognise them too. I wonder what they're up to… Hey look, over in the
corner, those guys are getting a case from behind that bush. This is odd," commented
Derrick.
Mohandas and Derrick observed closely as the case, around 2ft by 4ft, was opened. A large
collection of Kent Kite Club kites were removed from the interior. The two men sorting
out the case started to lay out the kites in rows.
"It's a bit too late for flying, I wonder if they're planning to attach them to that
stake in the fire, some kind of ceremonial burning, perhaps?" suggested Mohandas
half-heartedly.
"I don't know. Look, they're transforming them, folding them along those lines. They're
removing the sticks!" exclaimed Derrick.
"That one's putting his 'kite' on his head!" cried Mohandas.
"Lets take a look at that leaflet they gave me." Derrick reached into his pocket and
removed the folded piece of paper. Mohandas looked over his shoulder.
The crumpled leaflet was hard to read with only the firelight, but Derrick noticed that
'Kent Kite Club' was spelt differently to what he had previously assumed…
"Kent Kite Klub?" commented Derrick. Then Mohandas said what they were both thinking,
"KKK. Ku Klux Klan." Mohandas and Derrick stared at each other for a few moments, then at
the paper. It wasn't a hard point to miss if you were looking for it, the 'KKK' was in
extra large, and different coloured letters. Just as Derrick and Mohandas prepared to
leave, a surprising, sinister voice boomed over them. 
"Strangers in our mist!" the large voice blared over them. All the KKK spun round, and a
more calm, grand man, started to walk over. Derrick and Mohandas turned to the first man,
who stood over them till the Grand Master got there.
The Grand Master immediately created an impression of superiority.
"Well we are lucky, we usually have to fetch our targets," Mohandas noticed the man was
carrying two potato bags. "They don't usually come to us."
Mohandas ducked, as a bag was thrust over him. Other KKK members rushed over, he could
hear them, but not all, as some were still standing around the fire, chanting.
Around five men grabbed him and tied up the opening in the bag. 
"You really must learn to mind your own business." Mohandas could hear the Grand Master
saying to Derrick. The Grand Master tapped Mohandas on the back. "And you…"
Ten seconds later, Mohandas felt a searing pain in his arm, and promptly lost
consciousness.
Derrick briefly came to some time after that, he had no idea how long he had been out of
it though. He noticed two things, a thumping headache, and a burning sensation. Derrick
was also paralysed from the neck down. He looked down, and saw flames leaping up at his
feet, through the flames he noticed a pair of feet the other side of the stake. Mohandas!
Derrick thought. He tried to see if he was conscious, he had no idea, his head looked
limp. He turned back round and saw a familiar face staring back at him.
"You!" Derrick gasped.
"Yes, it's Me." declared Chief Inspector Rowland.