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- FROM HEAVEN TO HELL -

All we could do was carry on walking up to them, trying to act as naturally as we could. I felt as though this was happening to someone else; that it wasn't me. It felt almost like an out-of-body experience.

At the last moment, the guys looked straight at us, and stepped in front of us. These two men were the last thing between us and our flight home. We were so close to making it onto the flight, we could have jumped past them and into the plane. And then one of them said the words that will stay with me until I die: 'Put your hands in the air.'

Helpless, I obeyed, and the other man patted me down. Straight away he felt the hard resistance of the vest that contained my five kilos of cocaine. He paused, stared me in the eye and then smiled. The other frisked Paul and nodded to his mate. 'You two need to come with us into a room,' he said.

Our world came to an end and crashed down around our ears.

* * *

We were taken to a small, stuffy room in the airport that was packed full of angry, overexcited coppers.

'Now we do interrogation,' one of them barked, as he played tensely with his gun holster.

We were scared out of our wits. We had no clue what was going to happen next. We were just two ordinary lads