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- FROM HEAVEN TO HELL -

to rob us? Or kill us? What had we got ourselves into? Neither of us really knew. Our front rooms seemed a long way away at that point, and I'd never wanted to be there more in my life.

As he lifted his arms to be measured with a tape, Paul said to me, 'They must be measuring us up for the bullet-proof vests.' Suddenly, that made it real, and I got scared. We were having the holiday of a lifetime, but we were also here to do a job, and that day was getting nearer by the minute.

Suddenly, my heart started banging like a drum, so loud I thought they'd be able to hear it. I just kept looking at their guns and thinking, 'They could pop us off now and nobody in the world would even know we were here.'

They dropped us off back at El Paradiso and we walked to our room in stunned silence. Paul turned to me and said, 'Fucking hell, kid, we're in this up to our necks. There's no turning back now.'

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What could we do but just get back to the partying? If anything, we went even more mental, to try and block out what was coming. We still had another three days of our stay left, so we decided to make the most of it.

The next morning, after a monster session at a nightclub, we woke up with a Jamaican Rasta bloke asleep under our bed. We could hear him snoring and just see