GTA: Old Times

[Stefan.]

Wow.

 

Just...wow.

[TonyZimmzy]

Continuing right from the point 'The Changing of Times' left off at, 'Escape From Hell' is the second of three sagas in this part of the story. Sent to a hell-forgotton prison in London, England; only feared about in others' nightmares, it's death or escape. With twenty-four hours to break-out of a prison in the middle of the ocean, surrounded by patrol boats - with armed guards, carrying M16 and M4 machine guns. The windows lack strong bars - but with a dozen guards in the cold water, miles from civilization, who needs strong bars?

 

Converted from an old Victorian-times castle into a prison, below the grounds are gallow chambers and steam tunnels. One tower stands high over the castle, with a blinding sixteen-bulb light to keep a hawk-eye over the prison at night - to make sure nothing is attempted on the yard. Nobody's broken out, nobody's seen parole. This is the end of the line...for some.

 

With any chance of an escape, a friendship with a familiar antagonist must be forged, and in a place as calous as this, there's always a locked door around each corner - or a lion, with claws sharpened for war behind an open one. Welcome to Hell.

 

 

 

Escape From Hell

 

 

Chapter 74: Our Lord Has Left Us (1)

 

January 8th, 1996: London, England [00:00am]

The blinding light from high above beams down over Alan, who begins breathing heavily and panicking. Jake and Roman both help Mark to his feet, as he screams in pain; blood pouring from the wound on his shoulder. Alan's eyes dart around; watching the screaming primate-like cons cheering in bloodlust. He runs his hands through his short black hair and dead rain falls to the mud below. Two Mexican inmates start charging towards Jake and Roman, both of whom are carrying Mark.

 

Alan: (Screams) This can't be happening. Leave us alone!

 

Alan is shoved onto the mud below as the two large thugs start punching and kicking at a defenseless Jake and Roman. Alan looks to his left and sees the knife used to tear Mark's shoulder apart, and through his hazy watered vision he grips the smooth cold handle tightly and digs it into one of the inmate's theigh then slashes it back out, causing blood and muscle tissue to cover the surrounding area. The inmate lets out a scream as he falls to the floor. His partner looks down at him and Roman headbutts him in the side of the head. Alan pushes his hand off his knee and stands to his feet, breathing heavily, looking down at the two inmates, then back up again, to the vision of a hundred cheering inmates, and the sound of a hundred more. Mark stops screaming and his head drops down. Alan grabs ahold of his cheeks and lifts his head up, looking into his jaded eyes.

 

Alan: We're gonna get you inside and we're gonna get you fixed up. Just hold on. Jake, Roman, I'll cover you both, come on.

 

Alan follows behind Jake and Roman, holding the blade and cautiously looking around at all the inmates, with their eyes etched only on them. Jake drops down to his knees, causing Mark to stumble into a wall. Alan helps Jake back to his feet, and Jake leans over, vomiting into the thick, wet mud below.

 

Jake: (Coughing) I can't do 'dis!

 

Alan: Come on! Keep moving!

 

Jake's hands tremble. Dripping wet , he grips ahold of Mark again. They walk along the left side of the imperial stone castle wall until they reach a dishwater-brown coloured rag where a door should be. Roman shifts it aside and walks into the darkness, as Alan follows behind the three, still gripping the rusted blade tightly as rain thuds from their bodies into the dry, smooth floor below. The screaming becomes white noise after entering inside the dimly-lit hallway. They all look around; eyes adjusting to the vision of dead bodies, hanging by the necks from the ceiling; rats plague the floor - both dead and alive. Alan leans back against the graffiti covered stone wall and he shuts his eyes.

 

Alan: I don't know what to do. I'm scared. I'm really scared.

 

Alan's eyes water as Jake puts the weight of Mark onto Roman, who keeps him steady. Jake walks over to his cousin and wraps his drenched arms around him and Alan lets his head fall onto Jake's shoulder. After a few seconds of silence, two large black men begin walking towards them from the southside of the hallway. One is wearing a long sleeve black t-shirt, with a shaved head and torn jeans. The other has a dyed blonde afro and a leather jacket on, zipped up, along with camo trousers. Both men slow to a stop and look at Roman and Mark.

 

Roman: Hey, look, please man, my frien' here is dyin'. You know where we can--

 

The large skinhead throws a punch at Roman, sending him reeling backwards. Both Alan and Jake charge at the two men, who easily toss them aside. Jake crashes into the wall and falls over, and the large skinhead stamps on his neck, putting him unconcious. Both men start attacking a downed Roman, as Mark rests against the wall, coughing and gripping his shoulder in agony. Alan gets up and swings the knife at one, slashing the back of his neck. The large skinhead turns around as blood pours down the back of his neck and grabs ahold of Alan's arm, then pelts him into the wall with such force it cracks. Alan's face smashes off the rough stone surface and he falls onto the floor below. The two men, without saying a word, grab ahold of Mark and pick him up; one holding his legs, and the other his mid-section, and walk back down the hallway as Alan slowly stands to his feet, coughing up blood.

 

Alan: Mark! (Looks to his left at an unconcious Roman, then to his right at an unconcious Jake) Guys...guys get up...

 

Alan slowly stands to his feet, as his knees tremble and his body wobbles. He falls into the wall and pushes his hands against it to stay afloat in what feels like an ocean beneath his feet. He hears footsteps closing in behind him, but he can't summon the strength to turn around. The man grabs ahold of Alan by the neck and tosses him to the floor. Alan can barely keep his eyes open as he looks up at the man. The man is African-American, and quite small in height and stature. He's holding a syringe in his left hand and a lighter in his right hand.

 

Man: I got no business wi' you, white boy. Get outta here an' leave my brothers to me. I'll take care of 'em more than you ever could.

 

The man flicks the lighter lid open and a flame emerges, and he begins heating the needle on the syringe. He bends down to an unconcious and bloody Roman and checks his pulse, as Alan slowly pulls himself along the floor by his fingernails. He gets around the first corner and grabs ahold of the empty hole where a window would sit and pulls himself up, looking out into the centre of the prison yard as rain shatters into the mud below, and the inmates are settling down; heading inside of the prison. Alan shivers all over as dead rain still continues to run down his face.

 

Alan: (Stands to his feet and starts walking through the hallway, much similar to the one he was just in) Gotta do something to take my mind off of it all. (Looks around at the stale clay-coloured walls) How do I get out... (Slows down when he sees some Haitians walk by in a group and he shifts up alongside the wall, lurking in the shadows) When we got in, the east and north sides were covered with Mexicans...but this side was covered with blacks...

 

Alan's pupils dilate as the group of blacks are now out of sight.

 

Alan: I can't be the only white guy in here. (Slowly slides down the wall into a sitting position and lets his hands fall into his forearms, resting against his kneecaps) God...

 

Alan hears a lone pair of footsteps down the hallway where the group of blacks passed by moments ago. He pushes his feet off the floor and slides back up the smooth wall and straightens his orange jumpsuit out as he watches a middle-aged black man slowly begin jogging after the group of blacks, dressed in a ripped grey and brown checkered shirt and dark blue jeans. Alan pushes off the wall and jogs after him as fast as he can with the injuries he's already sustained within twenty minutes of entering the walls of Hell Mary's. The black man turns around and is greeted by a roundhouse kick to the face from Alan. The man crashes into the floor and Alan stands over him.

 

Alan: I'm sorry, but I'm freezing to death. This is what I've got to do to survive.

 

The man tries to scream for his friends as he shakes his head back and forth. Alan leans down and puts his left hand over his mouth and pushes down firmly, then uses his index finger and thumb to pinch his nose closed tightly with his right hand. The man begins struggling and Alan pushes his shin down into the man's carotid artery, forcing his nerves to become shot. His eyes fade out and his body goes limp. Alan lets out a gasp as he releases his hands and he begins stripping the man down of his clothes.

 

Voice (OS): Bro, you get lost again? Come on, we waitin'.

 

Alan looks ahead through the hallway, seeing a fat Haitian with fading hair standing at the end, staring back at him. Alan grabs the man's trousers and begins to run, as the large black man starts rushing towards his fallen comrade. He leans down and checks his pulse and looks left, the direction Alan ran in, but sees only darkness.

 

Alan: (Ducks behind a wall and looks out to see more of the all-black gang start arriving at the scene) sh*t...I've gotta get out of sight.

 

The black men start walking down the hallway and Alan begins running once again. He takes the first left and keeps running down the huge hallway; water dripping through the cracks in the stone ceiling above; light from outside shining in through cracks in the wall. Alan pushes past two hanged bodies and looks back, breathing heavily. He watches as the gang walk past, each man holding blades. Alan stays in the shadows as he takes his orange jumpsuit off and changes into the man's clothes, then keeps walking. Shortly arriving at a stone stairwell, he walks up them and starts moving along the hallways on the second floor.

 

Alan: (Runs his left hand along the smooth exterior of the wall) I doubt this place even has weakspots. Even if it did, there's gotta be a dozen boats out there ready to shoot anyone that even attempts to get out.

 

Alan hears laughter and faint voices talking above his head. He looks up and listens.

 

Voice (OS): So this new black fella, what you think, fix him up an' see if he's worth usin' in my crew?

 

Voice (OS): Up to you, boss. As we said, there were three black guys and one white boy.

 

Alan begins walking with a fast pace, walking past cells without doors, with most cells only containing four prisoners and four blankets, nothing else. He arrives at another stairwell and goes up. On the third floor, he notices this floor is much cooler and far different from the previous two; with no locust of rats smothering the floor, or hanged bodies from shackles and nooses on the ceiling. He looks out an open window into the burning courtyard floor below, as the rain dies down. Alan extends his hand out the window, feeling the air.

 

Alan: It's colder in here than out there.

 

Alan picks his pace up once again. He begins looking through every hallway he turns in to, and he stops as the voices he heard below him get louder. He looks down and to his left, seeing the outer shell of an air conditioner. He leans down and looks inside, seeing legs moving back and forth, along with a large black man sitting in a chair, and Mark unconcious on the floor. Alan keeps his eyes locked on the large black man, who draws a pistol from the belt of his dark jeans.

 

Voice (OS): Lucas, come check this; the Healer say he took tha' other two niggas back to his cell. Say he let the white boy go.

 

The large black man sitting in the chair with the pistol scratches his forehead with it and stands up.

 

Lucas: Then you tell him to bring these boys to me. It's been a long time since we had new blood in Hell Mary's, and I wanna make an example out of all three. And you make sure you get 'hold of that white boy. Let it be known to the whole yard, he a dead man walkin'; we ain't got time for no milky souls up in here.

 

Alan stands up, remaining calm and straight-laced, he begins walking away.

 

Alan: He has to die.

 

Lucas (OS): Oh but wait a minute here. What's this?

 

Alan stops and turns around, standing in place as he listens to the raspy voice of the large black man on the other side of the wall.

 

Lucas (OS): They ain't the only new meat in here. Come look at this, boys. Doors just opened up again. Not an opening in two years, then two times in one night, my oh my.

 

Alan: Another?

 

Alan turns away and walks to the end of the hallway of the castle floor, looking down over the courtyard, he watches as the doors close infront of a large black man, who keeps his head down, staring at the shackles on his hands in an orange jumpsuit. He looks down over him with a calm face, as the large black man lifts his head up and stares at Alan.

 

Alan: GT!?

 

Alan yells out, stunned, looking down in certain disbelief as GT rips his arms apart, shattering the shackles and causing them to drop to the vulgar wet mud below as he smiles up at Alan.

 

GT: (Screams) Looks like your boy Tony got me after all! But I won't be here for long. Listen...

 

Alan continues staring down at the reason why they're all locked up in Hell Mary's as the sound of helicopters begin closing in. Alan shifts his eyes away from GT and looks out into the pitch black distance, seeing blinking lights begin flooding in the direction of the prison.

[TonyZimmzy]

Chapter 75: Flame Deluge (2)

 

January 8th, 1996: London, England [01:18am]

Lights from the boats in the open water below begin shining in the sky. Alarms begin to sound and GT starts running through the prison yard. Alan turns around and begins running down the hallway he came in as prisoners start coming out of their cells. A haggard, almost homeless looking prisoner grabs Alan by the arm, who pulls away and begins running. Sirens and lights tear through the prison as Alan stops by the grate leading to the room Mark's being held inside of. He leans down and rests his hand on the wall and looks inside. He watches as Lucas opens a safe, pulling out a revolver pistol.

 

Lucas: Boys, arm yourselves and lets clear out. None of us are dyin' tonight.

 

Alan watches the three men walk towards the door on the opposite side of the room and exit. Looking back, he sees prisoners coming his way, in a mist of prisoners running back and forth through various hallways. He picks his pace up and starts jogging until he reaches the end of the hallway and he turns right. Feeling the air conditioner grow calmer and cooler with each step he takes down the stretch, he looks out an empty paine at two helicopters firing down at boats below, with guards on the boats exchanging the gunfire. He continues to move and arrives at the brown wooden front door of Lucas' room. He grabs hold of the golden handle and turns it, feeling a heavy breeze hit the back of his neck as he does so. The handle doesn't budge. He takes a step back and tenses his arm and rams shoulder first into the door, causing it to split off the hinges. The door is flung wide open and he looks at Mark on the floor in the paradise-like room he's unconcious in. Alan walks through the room and grabs Mark by the shoulders and hoists him up, as Mark starts moving his head and coughing. He tenses his face and grips ahold of the wound on his shoulder.

 

Alan: Just hold on. (Looks around the room) I'll get you fixed up.

 

Alan pulls Mark up onto the brown couch and walks over to the safe, which has been left open. He reaches inside and moves his hand around, feeling a gun. Pulling his hand out and looking down at the revolver in his hand, he looks over to the window and approaches it. He stares down to the open yard below, where the helicopters circle around high above, with wires stretching down to the mud below.

 

Alan: (Takes aim at the pilot of the first helicopter) f*ckin' Toreno. You never give up.

 

Alan fires one shot from the revolver. The glass is pierced and the pilot is hit between the eyes and the chopper starts spinning out of control. Two guards from the large watchtower take aim with the .50 caliber machine gun stationed on it and fire at the helicopter until it erupts in a pool of flames and crashes into the ground below, causing an explosion, sending a dozen rioting prisoners flying. Suited men begin descending down the wires, each armed with MP5 machine guns and onto the mud below. They take aim and fire at the two guards in the tower, as the gates are opened up and more guards begin flooding in. More helicopters are heard in the distance closing in as Alan takes aim from the window with the revolver and starts shooting down at the well-dressed gunmen.

 

Mark: (Slowly stands up and limps over to a roll of toilet paper on the table) sh*t. This wound is burning.

 

Alan: (Fires the last bullet of the revolver and puts it on the table and turns to face Mark) You think you got some metal stuck in there?

 

Mark slowly nods his head and tenses his eyes shut as he presses the tissue onto his open wound. Blood quickly covers the tissue as he looks up at Alan.

 

Mark: Where are Jake and Roman?

 

Alan: (Turns and looks down below) I have no idea, but this place is a f*ckin' warzone thanks to that fat bastard snitch.

 

Mark: What? GT?

 

Alan: (Looks back at Mark) Yeah. Guess who got thrown in here a few minutes ago. He said that Tony got him. Means Tony somehow faked his death. I can't wrap my head around Toreno and everything.

 

Mark: Forget about that sh*t now man. What's happening out there?

 

Mark hobbles over to Alan and they both look down below at prisoners trying to get close to the wires leading up to the three remaining helicopters, as Hunter choppers begin arriving. The gunmen fire up at them and counter fire from the machine guns on each chopper follows. Alan's eyes dart around the yard and he sees GT crouching down behind the small entrance way they arrived into the main building in, ducking his head in and out, watching.

 

Alan: (Points down to GT as Mark's eyes follow) There he is! (Looks at Mark) Get outta here, somewhere safe. (Pauses for a moment and looks around) This entire floor is chilling. There are vents installed, but this building is too old to contain them in the walls. There's gotta be an underground system. Do you think you can make it back down to the first floor?

 

Mark: Yeah...maybe... I dunno man.

 

Alan: Well you're on your own for now then. After the dust has settled, I'll find a way to the underground system. GT isn't getting outta here without a fight.

 

GT continues to duck in and out of the doorway as one more helicopter explodes into flames and starts spiralling south. Gunmen start running in all directions. The impact of the helicopter colliding with the sour mud below causes a rapture of flames to coat the entire yard, catching half the gunmen and guards through the crossfire and burning them to the bone on contact. GT grips ahold of the doorframe and pulls himself out with force, getting a run-up and he starts sprinting across the blood, flames and mud. He arrives at the first wire on the chopper and grabs ahold of it, and it starts reeling upwards, when Alan sprints out of the opposite doorway and starts running straight towards GT, who looks at Alan and smiles as the chopper begins getting higher. Alan stops and looks up at it start flying away, when a rocket is fired from the last remaining Hunter helicopter.

 

GT: (Looks up at the rocket) Shi--

 

The rocket quickly lances the chopper and an explosion of orange and red blocks out the blinding white light from the guard tower throughout the entire yard, as GT freefalls to the mud twenty feet below. He lands face first and lets out a large grunt as his ribs collide with the soft floor. Alan quickly dives on top of him and starts punching the back of his head, as GT frantically turns around onto his back and starts exchanging blows with Alan.

 

Alan: You're not (Punches GT in the forehead) getting out (Punches GT in the jaw) of here (Punches GT in the nose) alive!

 

GT grips ahold of Alan's throat and starts choking him, as Alan does the same to GT, as the last remaining gunmen cause the last surviving Hunter to spiral into the east wall of the prison, exploding upon impact and sending burning pieces down below, as both Alan and GT shield themselves with their hands. GT slams his fist into Alan's face and tosses him off his mid-section and he slowly climbs to his feet and starts slowly running towards the wire of the last helicopter.

 

GT: (Breathing heavily) Come on, almos' there.

 

The helicopter slowly begins drifting foward as the wire swings in motion. GT extends his hand, trying to grab ahold of it as the guards start firing at GT. GT trips over his feet and he slams face first into the mud as guards begin surrounding him. Alan stands to his feet and looks at the guards standing over him, aiming their M16 machine guns at him. He looks to his right and sees both Roman and Jake sprinting across the yard.

 

Alan: What the f*ck!? (Screams) Guys, stop!

 

The guards pay attention to both Roman and Jake running towards the open gates of the prison. They start screaming at them as Jake glances back at them and slows down, putting his hands over his head and dropping down to his knees. The gates start lurching slowly towards a close as Roman continues sprinting. Gunfire erupts as he keeps running.

 

Jake: (Screams) Roman! Stop!

 

A spat of blood explodes from Roman's shoulder as he loses his balance and begins tumbling towards the wall, as the last helicopter passes clean over the walls. Roman extends his hand and grabs ahold of the wire as he's shot in the back again. The wire continues getting higher as Roman continues to be shot at whilst being scrapped up the inner-wall. The wire reaches the top as Roman gets shot in the back and lets go of the wire. His body flails down the opposite side of the wall as guards begin charging towards the gates as they close shut. All of them begin trying to open it up, screaming.

 

Alan: sh*t...Roman...

 

Alan's eyes shift between the guards, GT and Jake. He slowly begins moving towards Jake across the yard; his eyes still fixed on the guards at the gate. He picks up his speed and starts running towards him.

 

Alan: (Skids to a halt at Jake and grabs his arm and drags him up) C'mon, we've gotta get outta sight right now!

 

Alan keeps ahold of Jake's wrist as they begin running towards the doorway to the west wing of the prison entrance, nearly tripping over their own feet as they do so. Alan looks back at GT who is now stumbling towards the east wing entrance doorway, past the fire and wreckage of helicopters.

 

Alan: I don't think he's gonna get very far.

 

Jake coughs and grabs his ribs as they walk through the dirt-covered curtain inside. Jake presses up against the wall where they entered in earlier in the night and breathes in hard. Alan puts his hands on his waist and paces around, watching prisoners shove past the hanging bodies, screaming and moving down the hall. Alan peeps out of the curtain and watches the guards slowly pull the gate open. More guards begin running in.

 

Jake: C'mon, we gotta get above ground.

 

Alan: Or under it...

 

Jake watches as Alan continues shifting his eyes back and forth through the yard. Alan watches as soldiers now begin entering in body armour and M4 machine guns. He turns and faces Jake as two prisoners run past.

 

Alan: There's gotta be a way to get underground in this place; there's a steam and air system on the third story which runs underground. But with the guards and soldiers out there, we're trapped. You feeling alright after earlier?

 

Jake: A little sore. Me an' Roman... Aww sh*t, Roman...

 

Alan looks down the hall and sees Mark limping towards them both. Alan starts jogging towards him and Jake soon picks up pace and all three meet in the center of the hallway, all men breathing heavily, with Alan and Jake covered in rain and mud.

 

Mark: (Breathing heavily) I saw...what happened...

 

Alan: This place is gonna explode any minute. Let's go.

 

Alan starts running down the dim hallway, with both Mark and Jake trying to keep up behind him. Alan reaches the end of the hallway and looks to his right, seeing five prisoners being shot at by soldiers.

 

Alan: (Takes a deep breath and looks back at Mark and Jake) As I thought; the east wing is being invaded first.

 

Alan looks to his left and sees Lucas, along with his two henchmen standing, each man holding a revolver pistol. Alan looks at all three men, who look back at them.

 

Lucas: (Aims the pistol at Alan) C'mon, let's go.

 

Alan closes his eyes and sighs as he lets his head fall and his hands go limp. He begins walking foward, past Lucas and his two men, along with Mark and Jake following him. Lucas looks at the soldiers attacking the rioting inmates at the end of the stretch hallway and smiles and turns around. GT charges at them and extends his fist and slams it into the side of Lucas' head from the hallway Alan, Mark and Jake just walked through. Lucas crashes to the floor and drops his pistol as everyone turns around. GT aims an MP5 at the two henchmen and quickly guns them both down; putting two bullets in each of their chests. Their bodies go limp and they crash into the floor beside Lucas, who begins trying to reach for his gun. GT aims the gun at Lucas' extended arm and fires one shot, hitting him in the wrist. Lucas lets out a wince and tenses his eyes shut, and GT raises his foot and puts all of his weight crashing down in the black boot directly to the back of Lucas' neck. Alan closes his eyes and turns his head aside upon hearing the bone crack.

 

GT: (Drops the MP5 on the floor beside Lucas) You nee' me as much as I nee' you. (Looks back to see soldiers begin charging towards their direction) C'mon, we move.

 

Alan, Jake, Mark and GT all begin racing down the south-side stretch hallway as soldiers follow a few hundred feet behind, each one loaded with an M16 machine gun.

[Oxidizer]

ZOMFGZOMFGZOMFG!

 

That was a hell of a lot better than I anticipated - and I expected something awesome to begin with. F*ck. Just pure amazing. Definitely your finest gamescript to-date, along with RtHC.

 

My god.

[TonyZimmzy]

Chapter 76: Et Aliae

 

January 8th, 1996: London, England [03:05am]

Soldiers run through an empty stone corridor, as a set of leering hazel eyes watch them go past from a dark, dingy small crack in the wall. Beads of water slowly drip from overhead down onto all four men. Jake is sitting, pressed up against the wall and breathing heavily; blood and water covers his face and jumpsuit. Mark is walking back and forth through a shallow puddle with his hands on his waist; a large white cloth covers the wound on his shoulder, with traces of blood leaking through. Alan is sitting across from Jake in the same position, and refuses to take his eyes off of GT, who is leaning down at the crack in the wall, watching soldiers dominate the prisoners and force them towards the yard. The silence is broken as GT turns around and looks down at Alan.

 

GT: I say it's probaly best if we, you know, help each other out. Don't even sweat what I jus' did; I can't let a teammate down.

 

Alan: (Slowly stands to his feet) So you expect us to be one big happy quadrio in here? If you ain't forgotton something in that big fat head of yours, it was you who sold us out! You're the reason we're in here in the first place!

 

GT: I didn' have a choice!

 

Alan: Bullsh*t you didn't have a choice!

 

GT: You wanna calm down a 'lil? (Watches Alan stare at him in silence for a few moments) Good. Aiight. Toreno an' Salvatore Leone struck some kind'a deal. Toreno knew 'bout your 'lil plan and he spilled the beans to Leone.

 

Alan: What the f*ck!? Toreno told us to take Vercetti out. None of this makes any sense. He wouldn't betray us.

 

GT: He used you, man. Would you of said yeah to takin' Vercetti down if you didn' have sumin' at risk? He said take Vercetti out, go free. He put you in the heat.

 

Alan closes his eyes and feels the light rain drops lance his forehead from the broken pipe above and he sighs.

 

Alan: You didn't have to go along with it.

 

GT: Toreno said both Nate and Roman had nothing of value or use. He said if I didn't help, my ex-wife an' 'lil girl would be in tha' obituaries.

 

Alan: Well you could've come to us for help! We could've got 'em somewhere safe and gone directly for Toreno.

 

GT: You think that didn' cross my mind!? C'mon, gimme some credit. Toreno said he was gonna announce all four of you were killed on tha' way here. Apparantly, the ship you was on got ambushed. Now it's at tha' bottom of the sea.

 

Alan: (Starts following Mark's action of pacing around the shallow puddles on the floor) It makes sense; if everyone thinks we're dead, nobody would try anything funny to get us out of here. We'd be left to rot here for the rest of our lives.

 

GT: I convinced Salvatore to bribe a guard of this place. I tol' him I had a feeling Toreno's attempt of getting me outta here after I arrived would fail due to you.

 

All three look at him. Alan stops walking around as GT smiles. He begins to unbutton his orange jumpsuit, revealing a suit of dark blue body armour underneath. On the bottom left of the armour is a cell phone taped to it. GT rips it off and tosses it to Alan, who holds his hand out and catches it.

 

GT: Call up Tony, let him know we alive; tell him to get us outta here wi' his new 'lil China-crew.

 

Alan looks down at the slim, almost-modern grey cell phone, then back up at GT.

 

Alan: We're gonna get outta here...

 

GT smiles, as Jake and Mark begin showing glimpses of happiness since entering the prison. Jake and Mark look at each other and begin lightly laughing.

 

Alan: But we're not gonna have outside interference.

 

Alan drops the cell phone into the shallow brown puddle on the ground below and stamps on it with his left boot, shattering it to pieces as GT, Mark and Jake begin panicking. GT puts his hands on his head as his jaw hangs wide open.

 

GT: You idiot! You f*ckin' idiot! That was our only hope of gettin' outta here!

 

GT charges at Alan and slams his fist into Alan's face, sending him reeling backwards and down to the wet floor below inside the cramped room.

 

GT: I'm gonna kill him! I'm gonna f*ckin' kill him!

 

GT lifts his boot up as Alan reaches both hands out and grabs ahold of the falling foot just above his face. He tenses the muscle in his left leg and throws it at GT, kicking him in the shin and causing him to fall over. Both Alan and GT begin scrambling to their feet as Mark gets inbetween the two.

 

Mark: You two both gonna get us found out! Chill!

 

Alan and GT look at each other and calm down. Both men put their open-hands by their sides and avoid eye contact.

 

Alan: (Looks up at the low-ceiling and runs his hand along the leaking pipes) This prison has air on the third floor, and it has running water as seen here. That means there's gotta be steam-vents somewhere leading underground. Infact, mentioning the--

 

GT: Yeah, in English...

 

Alan: ...We learned in school about this place, and for once I'm glad I paid attention. This place was built over many gallows, so the underground of this place would be very large. Large enough to get us all out of sight - atleast for tonight.

 

Alan goes over to the crack in the wall and looks out, seeing nothing out there other than blood staining the floors. He turns back and looks at everyone.

 

Jake: Why can't we jus' go out there?

 

Alan: You three are welcome to. But the minute I step out there, I'm as good as dead.

 

GT: What? Why?

 

Alan: That guy you killed...I'm not sure if he put a bounty on my head or not, seeing as I'm the only white guy in an all-black, all-hispanic prison. I've gotta get underground tonight or I'm not getting out of here - and neither are any of you.

 

Alan looks to each of them with hollow, cold glares before bending down and pushing himself through the crack of the wall. He enters out into the dim hallway and watches as GT shoves through the crack of the wall behind him. He looks at GT who straightens his body up.

 

Alan: The soldiers are gone; everything on the appearence is back to normal. Come on.

 

Alan and GT step back and wait for Mark and Jake to follow out. Alan leads the three through the hallway as he looks up at the pipes attatched to the low ceilings. The pipes turn to the left and Alan turns down the left hallway. Alan looks out an open paine to all the prisoners on the yard. The gates are just beginning to shut and the prisoners are beginning to wander towards the doors leading inside the building.

 

Alan: Gary, I need you to start a fight with a random person. Start a fight and cause a distraction while I look for the vents.

 

GT: What!? sh*t...

 

Alan: Go.

 

Alan looks at GT, Jake and Mark, who begin lightly jogging down the hallway and out onto the prison yard. The rain has eased off, and the prisoners are calming. GT looks to his left and sees a group of three Mexicans begin walking towards the north-side door. He clenches his fist and charges at them all and hits the closest one to him in the back of the head. The man goes down and lands face first in a puddle of mud, as his entire body trembles. The two men turn around and both begin attacking GT, as other inmates begin turning around to watch the fight. Soon, they all begin cheering and running towards the three fighting, gathering around in a circular-ring motion. Alan puts his fingertips on a paine and climbs out. To his right, he sees two hundred prisoners screaming and cheering. His eyes begin darting around and he starts running across the yard. GT is tackled to the ground by both men, who both begin raining fists into his skull. Jake and Mark both shove through the crowd and begin attacking the two Mexicans, causing more Mexicans to jump in and help. Soon, a battle royale ensues between the Mexicans and blacks.

 

Alan: (Looks back to see two hundred men attacking each other) For once you were useful...

 

The light from the tower shines even brighter than before, causing every prisoners eyes to force shut, and a huge booming voice covers the entire yard from high above.

 

Voice (OS): Prisoners, you will be given to the count of three before we open fire on all of you. One...

 

Alan gets to the other side of the prison yard as he looks back in shock. He feels the warmth of the floor beneath him and looks down.

 

Voice (OS): Two...

 

Prisoners are still crawling all over each other in the east-side of the prison yard as Alan gets down onto his hands and knees, and in a dark spot without light, begins running his fingers along the mixture of sand, mud and dust. His fingertips touch the warm steel under the mud and he feels a breeze run up his arms.

 

Voice (OS): Three.

 

Bullets begin ripping through the yard from the .50 caliber minigun attatched to the dominant tower above the prison as Alan looks out into the field; random prisoners are being blown to pieces. Alan watches GT, Jake and Mark begin running across the yard towards him.

 

Alan: Come on! Come on!

 

Alan reaches behind his back and grips ahold of the knife he kept from earlier. He digs it into the steel grate and pushes down on the handle, causing the grate to be lifted slightly.

 

Alan: (Looks up and to GT, Jake and Mark, then screams) It won't be long before the guards in the tower see what I'm doing. Come on!

 

The three arrive and skid to a halt as Alan gets the grate clean off. GT crawls into the hole first, followed by Jake and then Mark. Alan looks out onto the yard once more and sees two prisoners blown in half from the waist and he crawls into the ground and pulls the grate back over the spot. Alan looks at the three in the cramped, dirt-filled hole.

 

Alan: Start moving.

 

GT looks ahead and sees a large set of stairs leading downwards. Barely enough light to see what's infront of him, he cautiously starts taking steps; breathing heavily and bleeding from his bottom lip. Jake and Mark both limp down the stairwell as Alan looks back once before following on. They arrive at the bottom of the stairs and all look around at what seems like an underground maze; the floors are covered in dry mud and sand; the walls look as if they were made of hardened clay. Alan steps infront of GT and breathes a sigh of relief as he takes in the surroundings.

 

GT: Aiight, so we can jus' lay low down here and surface for food an' sh*t, right?

 

Alan: No. (Looks around) This place feels fresh. This doesn't feel right at all. It feels as if people come down here often.

 

Alan looks up at the walls, seeing multiple pipes running along the walls and ceiling. He begins walking down the hallway as GT, Jake and Mark follow him. The first corner they arrive at, they turn through and see a large boiler. Alan stares up at it and touches it with his left index finger then quickly pulls it away before the flesh can begin to sear.

 

Alan: Guess we've found the steam generator.

 

Alan looks to his right and sees another hallway. He slowly walks towards it and looks down it, seeing four gallows in a small plain room. He walks through the room as the others follow and they arrive at a short hallway. Going down it, they find a small brown door, half open with rusted hinges. Alan pushes it open and it creeks, and on the other side, a soldier turns around and looks at him; the soldier is wielding an M16 machine gun in his hands. He takes firm aim at Alan.

 

Soldier: What the hell are you doing down here!? Stay where you are. I won't hesitate to open fire. Hands behind your head and get on your stomach.

 

Alan slowly puts his hands behind his head and drops down to his knees and gets onto his stomach. The guard begins walking towards him; firmly aiming the gun at the back of Alan's head. GT shoves the door open and throws his fist into the guard's face and grabs his gun as the guard plumits to the dust-covered earth below.

 

Alan: I don't understand...this place is being guarded... We've gotta get out of here. Now.

 

Alan starts backing out of the mineshaft-like room and stands next to Jake and Mark, as GT comes out. GT shoves the door shut and looks at Alan.

 

GT: Then where the hell do we go now!?

 

Alan: You go back out, I've gotta check where the water main is before I go anywhere.

 

GT: An' yo plan of bein' outta sight!?

 

Alan: Non-existant anymore. Go.

 

Alan starts charging down the short hallway until he reaches a turning. He halts and looks at the pipes on the wall go through a small hole to the left of a room. Alan quickly walks down the hallway, running his hand along the wall. He arrives at the centre of it and taps his fist on it; he hears an echo. He steps back and jumps at the wall with his boot extended, smashing a hole into it. He kicks the remainder of the thin wall down and goes inside the pitch black room with only one source of light bleeding into the room from a grate on the wall above. He approaches it and grabs ahold of it and pulls himself up to see the inside of a cell through a short dust ventilation.

 

Alan: Whose cell is it...

 

Alan drops down to the ground and runs his hand along the left-side wall and moves backwards until he feels a large, cool, steel device buzzing on the wall; also attatched to the floor. He taps it with his index finger and quickly exits through the hole in the wall and runs back around the hallway. Alan begins running through the way they came and past the large boiler and back up the steps. He looks up and slowly pushes the grate back up when he feels a bullet hit the grate. Shocked, he drops the grate and falls backwards and down the stairs.

 

Voice (OS): All units, dispatch to the underground facility at once. A second possible breakout attempt may be in progress.

 

Alan extends his left forearm, looking at the black sportswatch on his wrist.

 

Alan: I took too long...

 

Alan nervously looks around and continues running back down the stairs. He begins charging through the hallway as alarms begin sounding above.

[Oxidizer]

You should have your own series! This is beyond awesome, for real.

 

I'm pumped and bouncing for moar!

[TonyZimmzy]

Well, I'm very disappointed that not more people have taken a liking to the new part of the story, after I spent around thirty-five days hyping it. This isn't good for me.

 

Anyway, I have some news before I go onto the next chapter - which I feel is one of my best to date, by the way, and that is my friend, who is on a long-term graphics course chose to do GTA: The Changing of Times [Old Times, in other words] as a project. Illustrations of characters will be drawn; possible city landscapes, book cover/back; other random junk.

 

I plan to re-write the entire TCoT part of the story and removing all GTA-related things - and moving it to narrative format after I finish it, then attempting to get it published onto a paperback. That would be from 58 onwards, nothing before that; seeing as this is all set before 'Old Times'.

 

Thanks to Sexidizer for still supporting. I know you're enjoying the prison-part of the story . Much, much love. And you need to get to work on some AOM, or anything! .

 

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Chapter 77: Desperation

 

January 8th, 1996: London, England [04:22am]

The alarms reveberate and boom throughout the prison yard, as already stunned and shocked inmates turn away from fellow inmates dead on the floor and towards the gates of Hell Mary's. The gates are slowly opened up, and soldiers armed with M16 machine guns enter through once more. The soldiers begin taking aim at the prisoners, who put their hands over their heads and drop down to their knees. Accompanied by two military 4x4's, a man enters into the prison; he's wearing a dark blue uniform instead of the regular drained-green uniform. His eyes focus across the large yard to the steam grate where Alan entered through.

 

Guard: General, what shall we do with the already deceased prisoners?

 

General: (Turns to face one of his guards) Load them into the vehicles and take them out to the waiting boats on the other side. Remember, put a bullet in each of them if they're not severed by the neck or chest.

 

Guard: Yes, sir.

 

The General, followed by a small half-dozen army of soldiers walks along the prison yard. One soldier gets out of a 4x4 and puts his M4 machine gun in the air, firmly holding it with both hands, he fires a few rounds off into the starry bible black-night sky, then looks down at the hundred prisoners across the yard on their knees before him.

 

Soldier: Within the space of two hours, there have been two prison break attempts. If any of you have any information on either attempt, speak up now, and your lives may be made a whole lot easier.

 

GT, Jake and Mark all nervously look at each other on the east-side of the yard as soldiers begin moving in and out of the crowds of downed prisoners; picking up dead bodies and dead body pieces and taking them towards the 4x4's. The General and his men arrive at the steam grate and he motions for one of the soldiers to lift it up. The closest soldier to his right bends down and opens it up, and the General slowly climbs down into it. His feet hit the stone steps and he sits down on the damp mud and uses the strength of his upper-arms and hands to push himself off the ground and down into the hole. He begins walking down the steps, taking cautious steps as he does so, and soon his men begin following suit. He looks back to one of his subordinates and takes his M4 machine rifle from him and cocks it and begins walking down the hallway with the gun pointed infront of him.

 

General: (Yells) Prisoner, what is your location? I will not ask you a second time. Come out now, and you'll recieve minimal punishment.

 

The General shifts past the steam boiler and walks through the gallow chambers and keeps going, with his six soldiers, each with M4 machine guns apart from one following close behind. They all arrive at a slightly closed door and the General looks back at his soldiers and makes sure they stop behind him. He extends his hand to the knob and grips it firmly, pulling the door open, causing it to creek as it does so. Inside the mineshaft-like room sits Alan, dressed in a guard's uniform with an M4 machine gun over his shoulder. He gets up from the small wooden chair and looks shocked, staring into the eyes of all the soldiers.

 

General: Why did you not answer your two-way, soldier?

 

Alan: My two-way? (Grabs it from his belt and looks at it before pressing the communicate button) Base?

 

Alan releases the communicate button and awaits a response, not getting one. He looks at the General and the General steps foward and grabs it from his hands and presses the communicate button.

 

General: This is General Mordon. We have a second break in progress and I need a response on unit four. Over.

 

The General stares at Alan whilst he awaits a response from the two-way. He flips it over and unclips the battery holder and checks the batteries. He hands the two-way back to Alan then looks back at his men in the darkened room.

 

General: I want two of you to search the closed-off perimeter, two of you to search the former route to tower two and two of you to search the former route to old west-wing. (Turns back to Alan) Go and get another two-way and report back to me at once.

 

Alan: Yes, sir.

 

Alan watches as the General and his men exit the room and take off in seperate directions. Alan quickly runs back through the hallway and starts unbuttoning his pale-green uniform as he runs through the gallow chambers and back past the steam boiler. He runs up the stairs and finishes unbuttoning the top. He removes the grate and peers his head out. He stares across the yard to GT, Jake and Mark, as two soldiers stride around their area. A chill runs down his spine as he shudders, watching three soldiers to the east of him wearing dust-masks and plastic gloves, picking up severed limbs of prisoners breathing just moments ago.

 

Alan: (Breathing heavily) I've gotta get to that cell before those soldiers find their dead collegue in the water generator base. Come on...turn away...turn away.

 

Alan watches the three soldiers begin walking back towards the 4x4's near the entrance gate. He climbs out of the hole and drags his feet along the mud and grasps the grate with his left hand, keeping the M4 machine gun firmly in his right and fits it back in then stands up straight and watches a prisoner near GT, Jake and Mark begin maliciously grabbing at a guard's neck and throwing his knees into the guard's face. Two soldiers, without question, both simultaneously begin firing at the assaulting prisoner. The prisoner falls to the damp mud below, as does the guard, who was caught in backfire. The soldiers both look at each other with straight, calm faces and turn around and continue moving. Alan's eyes stay wide and wary as he chokes on the lump in his throat of the callous vision he just witnessed. Two beads of sweat, both cold, lace down his cheek as he slowly backs up to the north-side wall and perches onto a window paine, catching his breath before going inside and out of the prison yard.

 

Alan: (Looks at his wrist watch and begins moving towards east-wing) I can only pray Jake and the others are gonna be alright. Don't do anything drastic.

 

GT glares up at one of the soldiers aiming his M4 rifle infront of his sight and the soldier looks at him.

 

Soldier: You got a problem, nigga?

 

GT: Nah, G. I think it's jus', I guess...funny is all. You up in here, actin' all hard, tryin'a scare us.

 

Soldier: If the useless guards who like to call themselves 'soldiers' in this place didn't bail out and leave you all to yourselves, you wouldn't be so cocky, jungle bunny.

 

GT: Suck my sack, trailer park.

 

The soldier's right hand shakes at the intensity and magnitude of how hard he's clenching the base of his M4 machine gun. He strikes it down into GT's nose as blood explodes all over his black boots, and GT falls backwards. Alan catches the glimpse of GT fall onto his back through a paine as he walks foward. He stops and watches the soldier aim his M4 machine gun at GT, then back to his right; the cell next to the generator is in his vision.

 

Alan: You idiot, why couldn't you of just kept quiet?!

 

Alan grips ahold of the paine and jumps over it and out onto the yard. A slight splash surrounds his landing as his black boots hit the mud. Alan begins running through the open yard as soldiers, guards and prisoners glare alike; glassy eyes cover him, but he keeps running. He arrives alongside the east-wing wall and confronts the soldier.

 

Alan: What seems to be the problem here?

 

Soldier: Back outta this, 'soldier'; this nigga's run his mouth for the last time.

 

GT stares up at the soldier, half-blinded by the intense and smothering light from the tower high above them. Alan looks down at GT with pinched-lips and intoxicating stare, then aims the M4 machine gun directly between his eyes.

 

Alan: Is this true? Have you been insulting the soldiers sent here for our screw up?

 

GT's eyes dart between Jake on his left and Mark on his right as he chokes under the weight of his own breath, unable to mutter or flail out a single syllable. Alan pulls the trigger of the M4 machine gun once, just before shifting it slightly to the left. The bullet rips through the earth just inches from GT's face, as the sound alone is enough to make everyone jolt, including the soldier, who Alan turns to face once more.

 

Alan: I'll take care of this personally, sir.

 

The soldier keeps his eyes on Alan for a moment before looking down at a shocked and sweating GT, whose heartbeat can be heard through his jittering chest. Sorrow coats his face for a moment as he sees tears begin welling in the eyes of GT. He looks back at Alan and gives a slight nod and begins walking away. Alan watches him get further away into the distance and he leans down beside GT.

 

Alan: The cell in the corner of east-wing, ten minutes.

 

Alan stands back up and takes a quick glance around, watching prisoners and soldiers still staring at him. He quickly walks inside and begins running through the dim and shallow hallway. Running under the weight of what feels like an avalanche, he finally arrives at the corner cell beside the generator room. He throws the M4 on the floor and takes his uniform top off and hears voices coming through the grate on the top of the wall. He unbuttons his camo trousers and stands beside the grate on the wall and listens to the General flipping out. Alan smiles as he pulls the trousers down to his ankles. He continues to listen until the voices fade away. He grips ahold of the small grate and rips it from the wall and bends down, picking up the M4 machine gun. He slides it into the hole which the grate covered. The 4x4's begin starting up outside and Alan turns around, seeing an African-American man standing at the end of the cell, wielding a knife.

 

Man: You be no guard'a this here prison, boy. What you be needin' in my cell? You got till the count'a one. One...

 

Alan: (Steps back and holds his hands up) Alright, alright. Just... Just put the knife down, man. Look, I grabbed this uniform and I was gonna escape out the front with it.

 

Man: Smart for a white boy. But you ain't goin' anywhere. Hand it over, boy. Now.

 

Alan slowly paces around, staring up at the low-ceiling of the cramped cell. The man leans foward with the knife, causing Alan to back up against the wall. He presses the blade against Alan's throat and licks his lips.

 

Man: That uniform, or I'll cut the nerves out your neck an' leave you for the lions an' wolves.

 

Alan: Alright! Just put the knife down...please...

 

The man chuckles at the fear illuminating from Alan's stainless green eyes, as sweat slowly runs down the side of his face. The man eases off and Alan bends down, taking his trousers off and handing them, along with the top to the man. He sourly grins at Alan and runs out of the cell, holding them both in his left hand, still firmly clamping the knife in his right. Alan's head hangs low, and a single drop of water falls from his chin. He puts his hands on his hips and lifts his head up, revealing a ravenous smile. He walks to the empty doorwell of the cell and looks out at the man trying to get dressed into the uniform as he jogs along. GT, Jake and Mark enter through the north-door to the east-wing and they look ahead and see Alan standing at the edge of the doorwell in his underwear and black boots. They catch his eye and he waves them over.

 

Alan: This is our cell now, or atleast I hope.

 

Mark: (Grasps his shoulder) sh*t...what do you mean you 'hope', Alan?

 

Alan stares at Mark and lightly reveals that calculative smile once more.

 

Alan: ...If he dies, it's ours.

 

Alan paces over to a paine and puts his hands firmly on the cold stone and watches the man run through the yard. He looks to his left and sees the General come out of the large steam grate on the west-side. His eyes continuously switch between the man and the General. He slightly laughs as the man approaches the gate, and at the same time, the General arrives with his men. Unable to hear the conversation, Alan watches the intense interaction between the General and the man who threatened his life for the uniform just a few minutes ago. After thirty seconds of exchanging words, the man begins running out the gates. The General's soldiers take aim with their M4 machine guns and fire at him, putting him on what's left of his stomach within seconds. GT, Jake and Mark look on, stunned and breathing heavily as Alan pushes off the paine.

 

Alan: This cell's ours.

Edited April 28, 2008 by TonyZimmzy

[TonyZimmzy]

Chapter 78: Daylight

 

January 8th, 1996: London, England [08:40am]

Alan's eyes burst open as the burning sun from the paine opposite the cell hits the room. He's laying on the cold, hard floor on his back, with Jake laying next to him in the fetal position, using his arm as a pillow. GT is sitting up against the wall with his eyes half-shut; and Mark is standing up, yawning and checking his stab wound from last night. Alan slowly sits up and rubs his eyes before yawning, then looking at GT, who begins to stand up.

 

GT: I woke up at half-seven in the mornin'. This cell is f*ckin' sh*t, man; the light hits it from that paine out there too early. We gon' have to get a better cell.

 

Alan: There's no need. I chose this cell for a reason. Go ask around, get a newspaper from the start of the week and check the forecasts for the rest of the week and get back to me.

 

GT: What? Why you want me to go out there this f*ckin' early.

 

Alan: Do you have to question every little thing I ask you to do? I'm trying to get us outta here - and not in the same fashion as Roman. Now go and get the forecasts, please.

 

GT puts his hands in the pockets of his orange jumpsuit and he strolls out of the cell and makes a right. Alan stands up as Jake begins to wake up and move around on the floor. Alan scratches his stomach and looks at Mark, who glances back at him, still rubbing the wound.

 

Alan: How's the whole...you know, knife wound doing?

 

Mark: Hurts. But nothin' I can't take. While you guys slept for a couple'a hours, I dug around and fished out the debris. You might wanna...you know...

 

Alan: Get some clothes? Yeah, I'll get right on it. Not because it'd be best to wear clothes in a place like this, but have you felt how cold it is?

 

Mark and Alan both share a slight sorrow-hearted laugh before both avoiding eye-contact with each other. Jake stands to his feet and stretches his arms.

 

Alan: Mornin'.

 

Jake: Time's it? Damn.

 

Alan: Too early. sh*t...forgot to tell GT before he left.

 

Mark: Tell him what?

 

Alan perches up against the wall and breathes heavily as he replays his thoughts and speaks what he remembers aloud to Mark and Jake.

 

Alan: Last night, after I tried to get out of the hole, the tower shot at me. I panicked and ran back down and realized we'd left that guard there. I knew they'd be coming in after me, so I had to act fast and I didn't have a whole lot of time to think up an exit strategy. I just had to wing it. I took the guard's two-way to keep updated on the outside's movements. I ran to the water generator room and figured out how to get the thing open. I took the batteries out and doused them in water to cut them off - that was when I had no outside information of what was happening, and I didn't have much time...so I...

 

Mark: ...So you what?

 

Alan takes a deep breath and sighs before running his hands over his short black hair and looking up at the ceiling of the cell.

 

Alan: I had to hide the body somewhere...

 

Mark: ...You didn't put it where I think you put it, right?

 

Alan: Like I said; I didn't have a lot of time to think, so I just acted on impulse. I dumped the body in the generator and left the wall trashed. After it was done and I was thinking straight before the soldiers came in, I figured because I left the wall trashed, the soldiers would find the body in the generator. But they didn't. And now we're gonna have no clean water, and an uproar on our hands if we don't get to that generator and get that body out...which is impossible.

 

Mark: Not necessarily...

 

Alan: What do you mean?

 

Mark: After the sun came up, an' I was still up, I went outside to chat to a few inmates. That big ass light from the tower shut off. When I asked 'bout it, they said durin' daytime the guards turn it off an' monitor us with just binos. But they rarely ever check 'em.

 

Alan: This is great news. I'll go right now.

 

Mark: Hold it. They said daytime hours are a lot more dangerous than the night cos the guards can't see what the inmates are upto in that tower up there. They said things are a lot worse for good guys when the sun's out.

 

Alan: Dearly noted. I don't think anything too bad will come of it.

 

Mark: One more thing before you set off an' go.

 

Alan: What's that?

 

Mark: Why'd you send GT out to get forecasts of the weather?

 

Alan: I'll tell you if anything comes from an idea I've got floating around in my head.

 

Mark watches Alan turn around and begin heading for the door, and he takes a cigarette from behind his ear and slips it between his lips and reaches into the pocket of his jumpsuit and pulls out a box of matches. He takes a match out and sparks it against the rough edge of the box and Alan stops at the doorframe and turns around, looking at the cigarette in Mark's mouth, then watches the match fall from Mark's hand to the floor below.

 

Alan: Where'd you get that?

 

Mark: The guys tossed me a bone, gave me a cig and a box of matches.

 

Alan: Just the one?

 

Mark: Just the one.

 

Alan: Toss me the box of matches. I've got an idea.

 

Mark shrugs his shoulders and tosses the box of matches to Alan, as Alan catches them he turns around and begins walking out of the doorframe once more, only to stop infront of a black man, roughly the same size as him in a black tanktop, dark blue jeans and dark red sneakers. The man's face is half covered by a black rag, and he has a few men behind him, each also using black rags to cover the lower halves of their faces. Alan looks at him and begins trying to move past him, only to be blocked off in every attempt.

 

Alan: (Steps back and looks at the man) Is there a problem here?

 

One of his crew members behind him laughs, as the man shifts his neck around looking at his friend, who stops laughing and speaks up.

 

Man: Joliah, bruv, he asked you if there was a problem.

 

Joliah, the man stood infront of Alan cracks his neck back around and faces Alan. Although hidden behind the rag, the man is noticably grinning. His eyes are a cold, deep dark green, much like Alan's. The man steps ever closer to Alan, until Alan's forced to step back slightly.

 

Joliah: So, we got ourselves a cracka' in Mary's, huh? Well f*ck this, mon. Who say you can have JJ's cell, eh? Jus' cos he's dead, you take it?

 

Alan looks back into the cell at Jake and Mark, who begin walking out. Joliah grabs Alan's cheeks between his index finger and thumbs and jolts his head back around, facing him and Alan keeps his mouth shut, while his eyes scream with anger. Joliah releases his grip and raises his voice.

 

Joliah: Don't take yo' eyes off me for a single second, child. Cos you might wind up like that nigga behind you. All cut up an' sh*t. Wouldn't that be a shame?

 

Joliah steps back and Alan's tension eases, and just as Alan breathes out, Joliah tenses his fist and throws a punch directly towards Alan's face. Alan ducks out of the way and moves to the side and puts his hands up, still gripping the matches in his left.

 

Alan: Look, I'm sorry. But this is our cell. I'm not gonna fight you.

 

Joliah's crew begins laughing, as Joliah starts laughing along with them. He turns around to them and shakes his head, still grinning. Alan watches his body movements incase he tries another stunt like that again, but instead Joliah calmly turns around, revealing a small, sharp piece of metal; the end Joliah is holding is covered in white cloth, and Joliah laughs, holding it up slightly.

 

Joliah: Me an' you are gonna settle this man to man in the yard in fifteen minutes. Or is it too early for you to be called a man yet, child?

 

Joliah recieves no answer and he lunges at Alan with the blade, causing him to drop his box of matches and jolt back. Joliah stops at Alan's throat and laughs at the fear coating Alan's face, and his eyes shift south to the matches on the floor. Joliah bends down and picks them up, still keeping his eyes and knife pointed on Alan. Slipping them into his pocket, Alan sighs and stares at him.

 

Alan: Can I have my matches back?

 

Joliah: Over me dead body, farm boy. Fifteen minutes. Don't make me come an' get you, cos I'll be using this.

 

Joliah lightly plays around with the jaged edge of metal as Alan keeps his eyes pinpointed on it. Joliah turns around and walks through the parted-crowd of his crew members and they turn around and follow suit, as Alan puts his hands on his side and looks at both Jake and Mark to the right of him just outside of the doorframe.

 

Alan: This is a problem.

 

Alan's eyes move over Jake's shoulder and he sees GT slowly walking back towards the trio. GT stops beside Alan and looks around before making eye contact with him.

 

Alan: Well?

 

GT: Guy let me look at his newspaper for a minute. All I got was two days worth of forecasts. Today and tomorrow.

 

Alan: Alright. What's tomorrow's?

 

GT: Sunny an' clear all day.

 

Alan: And today?

 

GT: Cloudy by mid day...err...heavy showers through tha' afternoon, drizzly at night.

 

Alan: I need a time, Gary...

 

GT: A time? Four, maybe a little after...

 

Alan turns his back to GT, Jake and Mark and looks in the cell. His now calm green eyes pinpoint a self-destructive pattern and he sighs, closing them. He puts his left hand against the stone edge of the frame and lets his head hang low. He opens his eyes and stares down at his bare feet, then opens his mouth.

 

Alan: We've got no choice. We're breaking out of here today.

 

Jake: What!?

 

GT, Jake and Mark all look at each other as Alan slowly lets his hand drop down to his side and turn around to face them again. Alan looks tired, worn and weary as he nods his head and pushes past GT and starts walking towards the yard. He looks out the paine to his right and sees prisoners forming a ring, and Joliah is in the middle of them all. Jake slowly jogs and catches up to Alan and grabs his forearm and swings him around to face him. Alan's eyes are half-asleep and he can't make eye contact.

 

Jake: You ain' really gonna fight that guy in this state, man!?

 

Alan: I don't have a choice. We need those matches. Look...I've got a plan - it's the quickest thing I could think of under these circumstances, but it'll get us out of here. Today.

 

Alan locks his eyes with his cousin's and lowers his voice tone.

 

Alan: There's a machine gun stashed in the dust vent of our cell. Tell Mark if need be, but don't tell that fat bastard a single word. He ain't comin' with us.

 

Jake: So we're really bustin' outta here tonight, cuz?

 

Alan: Not tonight. This afternoon.

 

Jake closes his mouth and lets his cousin's arm go. Alan turns around and walks towards the north-wing door and walks outside. The sun is attempting to shine through liquid clouds as inmates begin cheering, leering at Alan walking towards the center of the yard. The inmates form a small path and Alan walks through it, keeping his dark, sore eyes fixated only on Joliah. Joliah moves left and right, keeping his hands covering his face in a boxing-stance, moving in and around, jabbing at the air as each man circles with one another. Alan stops moving and Joliah stops and puts his hands down.

 

Alan: I'm not gonna fight you. I just want my box of matches back.

 

The crowd begin getting restless. Rocks and stones are being thrown at Alan, as a large one hits him in the chest, grazing the skin off and drawing blood.

 

Joliah: We fightin' boy, or my men be killin' you in a matter of seconds.

 

Joliah smirks and puts his hands up and starts walking towards Alan. He keeps his hands at his sides and Joliah throws a left hook. Alan calmly steps to the side and walks backwards, as one gang member of Joliah's crew steps out of the crowd holding a blade. He swings at Alan and Alan grabs him by the arm and flips him over onto his back and clenches both hands on the man's wrist, then inverts it and snaps the bone clean from the joint. The man screams in agony as Joliah charges at Alan. Joliah throws several punches to which Alan ducks and moves aside from, then he palms the piece of metal he had earlier and swings it at Alan. Alan moves to his left and open-palm hits Joliah's elbow joint, causing his arm to crack in half, and to dangle held only by muscle, tissue and flesh. The piece of metal falls from his hand as he lets out a scream.

 

Alan: I suggest you walk away before I break your other arm.

 

Joliah breathes heavily, still bent over slightly, gripping at his torn elbow as it begins to turn a sickly purple. Joliah lets go and extends his left hand to the floor and grabs the piece of metal, when Alan grabs Joliah's neck in a headlock and tightens the lock. Two seconds pass and Joliah goes limp, then Alan maliciously cracks his neck and lets him fall to the floor like a bag of dirt. Dead, the side of his face slams into the dry mud below and Alan breathes heavily, looking at the stunned, silent crowd around him. They all begin slowly walking away in seperate directions as Alan glares down at Joliah's dark jeans. He bends down and rumages through the pocket, finding the box of matches. He takes them out and puts them on the dirt and grabs ahold of Joliah's shoes and takes them off, then his trousers, and finally his vest. The crowd disintegrates to a null as Alan changes into Joliah's clothes. He looks at the rag covering the bottom half of his face and he unties it and takes it off and pockets it, then stands up and looks around. Jake, Mark and GT approach him.

 

Jake: So you went from not fightin' to snappin' his neck. Think you went too far on that one, cuz...

 

The gates to the prison begin opening up. Everyone turns to face them as soldiers geared up in gas-masks begin entering, holding navy-blue M16's pointed infront of them. The General enters alongside his top soldiers, as a voice from the tower above clearly comes through the speaker.

 

Voice (OS): All inmates, remain calm and stand where you are. Soldiers will use a lethal dose of diphenhydramine if need be.

 

Mark: What the hell's goin' on, dude...

 

Alan: I dunno. Just stay calm and don't act out. Diphenhydramine will put you down all day and we can't have that.

 

Some prisoners begin attempting to run back towards each wing of the prison as doctors in gas masks begin entering. Soldiers fire at them with the navy-blue M16's, but rather than bullets, tranquilizer darts pierce each inmate, and within a heartbeat, they fall to the ground below, unconcious.

 

Voice (OS): Any inmate inside north, east or west wing, come out now or prepare to be taken into the yard by force.

 

Doctors begin placing small silver devices into the center of the yard, as Alan looks down at one of the doctors. The doctors step back from the silver devices and a clear-gas begins eminating from them. Alan looks to his right at Jake, Mark and GT as his eyes begin to get heavy. Hazy eyed, he looks around and starts seeing prisoners fall down, then his vision cuts out and he feels his body hit the ground before going numb.

[Jam!]

So... I see I'm the last person to comment on this story in a month... yup.

 

I plan to re-write the entire TCoT part of the story and removing all GTA-related things - and moving it to narrative format after I finish it, then attempting to get it published onto a paperback.

Pure awesomeness.

[TonyZimmzy]

So... I see I'm the last person to comment on this story in a month... yup.

 

I plan to re-write the entire TCoT part of the story and removing all GTA-related things - and moving it to narrative format after I finish it, then attempting to get it published onto a paperback.

Pure awesomeness.

I don't really think anybody reads this anymore. It's been going far too long and I took far too many breaks in the middle. It's a shame, because there was so many amazing things after escaping from prison - getting blackmailed by a mob boss to do his dirty work; the Leone crew coming to London to hunt them down; chasing GT to Italy to try and finish him off once and for all. This story is as good as dead unless people truly want it continued.

[Danny Phoenix]

Tony, I read all of your stories! Keep this crap going!

[TonyZimmzy]

Chapter 79: The World Is Watching

 

January 8th, 1996: Tierra Robada, San Andreas [10:28am]

Mike Toreno is sitting in his throne-like chair. His cabin in Tierra Robada has now become an office-like base of operations, since the company he worked for disbanded. He has charters and maps scouring pinboards across the dark walls. He sits behind a small wooden desk with two computers on them, and he's going over some documents held together by a paperclip. He's dressed in a light blue collar shirt without a tie, and black suit pants along with black shoes. One of his men approach him with a document in his left hand. He leans down and whispers something into Mike Toreno's ear, which angers him. He pushes the chair back and picks up the television remote and presses the power button. Across the room, a large television turns on and he presses two buttons on the remote, and it changes channel. On the screen of the television are cctv-like black and white cameras, showing visions from inside Hell Mary's prison. Toreno looks at the man.

 

Mike: What's the meaning of this, Caine?

 

Caine: Sir, because of the two possible prison break attempts last night, and being the most dangerous prison known throughout the world, the General ordered cameras to be installed all around the prison to make sure nothing like this ever happens again.

 

Mike: And it's live on television all the way over here, because!?

 

Caine: Sir, the entire nation had a meeting early this morning to decide on how the cameras would work. They all agreed that the public could keep an eye on the prisoners better than just the guards and soldiers stationed in and around the prison. The television network commity also agreed to this, deciding it'd be a massive rating grabber.

 

Mike: Ratings!? Are you kidding me, Caine?

 

Caine: Sir, I can assure you I'm being serious. They're being broadcast on the emergency channel for one week before being picked up by national and regional networks. Anything gruesome will be cut short incase families are present, as this is being broadcast twenty-four hours a day. If anything suspicious is said to be happening, there's a number to alert the coast guard near the prison and the guards at the prison.

 

Mike: Just hold on a second. I ordered Leone's man to be broken out. You said there were two attempts.

 

Caine: This is correct. The second one happened shortly after Operation: Flame Deluge failed, sir. I have documents on all the details revolving around everything that happened up until the point of all prisoners being gassed and put asleep. Doctors and soldiers monitored everything while a crew got everything installed within three hours.

 

Mike: (Flipping through the documents) Then this means only one thing...

 

Caine: And this would be, sir?

 

Mike: (Slams the brown document folder shut) Alan Wood is breaking out of Hell Mary's. And more importantly, I want this camera situation taken down in and around San Andreas immediately. If Tony sees this, he'll take it upon himself to attempt to break them out. As far as he knows, they're all dead.

 

Caine: Sir...we have no say on what is or isn't broadcast on the emergency broadcast channel. We're powerless.

 

Mike: Then we'll have to kill them ourselves. Contact our mole, let him know that tonight three planes will fly over the prison and drop bombs directly onto it.

 

Caine: But, sir, with all due respect...that could be causing a lot of problems for us. Not to mention half the prison will be destroyed, along with all inmates.

 

Mike Toreno stands up and grabs his man by the collar and pushes him up against the wall.

 

Mike: I don't care. They have to die, even if that means taking down the entire prison! We've got a few hours until nightfall in England. Caine, get everyone together and make sure we get clearance to do this. Those planes aren't going to be shot down upon entry like the helicopters were. Now get to work. This goes down at three-fiften sharp.

 

Toreno releases the man from his grasp and he straightens his suit jacket and begins walking towards the door of the cabin as a frustrated Mike Toreno sits back down and stares blankly at the images on the television screen, of all the inmates scattered over the prison yard, unconcious and asleep. His eyes continue to shift around until he finally spots Alan laying in the middle of the yard, next to Jake, Mark and GT. He stares at his downed body for a moment and then switches the television off.

 

 

January 8th, 1996: London, England [15:32pm]

Alan's eyes open under a fog-like pressure, gazing up at the mellow grey sky high above his head; the wind blows sand and dirt over his downed body and he lifts his left hand up and clenches his fist, making sure he wasn't dead. With every ounce of strength he can muster, he drags his hand up to his face and wipes it over his face and eyes as his vision comes clearer every second of having his eyes open. For a minute, he wonders if he's lost his hearing, because for the first time since arriving last night, there was silence. He sat up; his stomach buckled as he did so. Infront of him, Jake, Mark and GT each lay next to or near to each other. He lightly shifts his weight around and he puts his stomach and hands on the floor and drags his dead weight over to Jake and begins nudging his shoulder, looking around at other prisoners slowly coming around too.

 

Alan: (Whispering) Jake...wake up... Jake?

 

Jake's eyes slowly begin opening up, as GT starts shifting around. Mark lifts his hand up and rubs his face down as Alan takes deep breathes, looking around the dead prison. A cold sweat erupts under his skin as he catches a glimpse of the sports watch on his wrist.

 

Alan: This can't be...it's nearly four! Get up! We've gotta move!

 

Alan slaps Jake in the face lightly, causing his eyes to open fully. He looks at Alan as GT and Mark both sit up. Alan quickly checks around once more at the prisoners.

 

Alan: Gary, you good to cover me? We've gotta do this right now. We've only got thirty minutes before the rain begins.

 

Alan ignores any questions being thrown his way by the three and he begins crawling along the yard. GT follows behind him, as Jake and Mark sit in place, staring at the other inmates all trying to get up. Alan and GT arrive at the grate. They both sit either side of the grate, breathing heavily and looking at each other. GT grabs ahold of the grate.

 

GT: Before we even go down here again, I gotta ask; how you doin' this? I ain' been tol' sh*t. How will tha' rain help?

 

Alan hears a light buzzing sound from somewhere above. He looks up and sees a small circular metallic camera attatched to the wall turn down and face them both. GT rolls his eyes and tenses his grip.

 

GT: Whatever, man.

 

Alan: Wait, don't!

 

GT rips the grate from the floor as Alan's eyes widen, looking up at the camera facing down on GT. Alan quickly turns away and shields his face as alarms begin sounding from the tower above. A shot is fired down to the floor beside Alan and GT and they both jolt back as the bullet causes the floor to shatter and dust to engulf their sore lungs. Alan attempts to breathe in but can't muster up the energy to do so. He barely stands to his feet, as GT tries to, but falls back down. His eyes pick up on the small silver balls scattered all over the walls. He coughs then breathes heavily.

 

Alan: The bastards put up cameras everywhere. (Looks down at GT) This is your f*ckin' fault!

 

The gates begin opening up slowly, as Alan looks across the yard and sees guards begin entering through. GT is coughing, gripping at Alan's ankles.

 

GT: Don't leave me!

 

Alan bends down and grabs ahold of the grate and locks it back on, then without a word he starts slowly running across the yard; nearly tripping over his feet as he does so. Jake and Mark both stand up and Alan runs past them.

 

Alan: We don't have much time. Come on...

 

Alan looks back to make sure Jake and Mark are following him. Prisoners in the way of the guards are kicked aside as they all begin arriving at GT, aiming M4 machine guns at him, screaming abuse at him. He puts his hands over his head and he's dragged up to his feet by three guards. Alan, Jake and Mark watch from behind a doorway to the east-wing entrance at GT being dragged towards the open gate.

 

Mark: sh*t! He's gonna spill everythin'!

 

Alan: He doesn't know enough to spill anything. But just to make sure...

 

Alan stares back at Jake and Mark, breathing heavily.

 

Alan: It might be a little old fashioned, but there is another way out of here. Come on...

 

Alan takes one glance back at GT being dragged through the torn-apart yard on his weary feet. His head can't be held up by the stability from his muscle and strength alone, so he's forced to look down at his own two feet numbly sifting along the dirt as his arms are linked and pulled upon. Outside the gates, he sees something he missed - the sea; the outside world. Marched foward, the guards stop him half way inbetween the other gate. One guard stomps on the back of his leg, causing him to drop down to a single knee, then he's smashed in the face with the grip of an M4 rifle. The main gate infront of him is opened up, and the General, along with a few soldiers begin entering.

 

Guard: Why did you open the grate to the old steam tunnels?

 

The guard firmly aims the M4 at GT as GT spits blood from his mouth onto the guard's boots, then looks up at him with a smile on his face.

 

GT: Didn' know it was illegal to go down there, that's all.

 

The General arrives and the guard hits him once more with the base of his gun. The General gets down to one knee and looks him square in the eyes.

 

General: I'm going to ask you once. Were you attempting to break out by going into the steam tunnels? Yes or no.

 

GT: No.

 

The General and GT keep their eyes locked on each other. GT breathes heavily as the General keeps a straight face; closed lips and a stern glare. He stands back up and looks at his men.

 

General: Don't kill him. If he ever attempts to enter the tunnels again, then kill him without even calling me in here. And for future reference...

 

The General looks down at a battered and bloody GT as he pauses.

 

General: ...There's absolutely no way to break out in those tunnels. You dig down there, you'll find yourself buried alive under the sea.

 

The General's words confuse GT. He watches him turn around and walk away.

 

GT: If tha' General's words were of truth, the tunnels would be useless to attempt a break out...

 

Before another thought could cross his mind, the guards hoist him up. The guard who first asked him the question hits him in the ribs with the base of the M4 and GT lets out a desperate gasp for air. The guards drag him along the narrow path as the gale crashes into the huge stone rocks below. The gates are opened by four guards monitoring them and the guards carrying GT drag him into the prison and toss him onto the floor below. He eats a face full of dirt as he scrambles to get back to his feet. The guards slowly back out of the gates, aiming their M4s infront of them. The gates crash to a close and GT looks out at all the prisoners still slowly getting up in the yard. Jake looks down from a paine on the third floor at GT, then looks at Alan.

 

Jake: GT's back!

 

The room they're in is small, and at the far east side of the prison. Alan stands by a window paine, and outside of the paine, miles and miles of open sea and air. The only thing stopping them from climbing out is four haggard and loose steel bars. Alan continues staring outside at the blank ocean.

 

Jake: C'mon, I said GT's back, let's go get him. Ain' nobody comin' in after you, it means he didn' talk!

 

Alan ignores the words and continues watching. When boats come into view from the right, Alan's eyes focus on them, then he looks down at his watch.

 

Alan: It took the guards only fifteen minutes to return to their points of authority. This plan is next to impossible. Sorry to get your hopes up.

 

Alan's words hurt himself more than Jake and Mark, as he pulls away from the paine and walks out the room, followed by Jake and Mark. They walk past the old room belonging to Lucas, then down a flight of stairs and arrive on the second floor. With each passing by of a paine, they look down at GT, who's slowly wandering out of place in the prison yard. They arrive on the first floor and push past the hanging bodies and avoid stepping on dead rats as they enter back out into the prison yard. GT notices them and he starts slowly walking towards them. They arrive together in the center of the prison yard, as Alan looks around at all the cameras.

 

GT: I want some answers. Right now...

 

GT clenches his eyes shut at the pain eminating from his midsection, as blood rolls off his face and to the floor below. Alan looks down at the blood as it slowly sinks through the dirt and sand, then he looks back up at GT.

 

GT: They question me 'bout breakin' out in the steam tunnels. Then they say there's absolutely no way out down there. So just how're we gettin' outta here!? Cos I'm at tha' end'a my rope with you. You bust that f*ckin' cell phone, we could'a got outta here by now!

 

Alan: Calm down and stop creating a show for the cameras. Look around; the cameras all over are turning to face us. Just calm down and I'll explain everything.

 

Alan and GT both turn away from each other, staring around at the cameras, as they begin moving in opposite directions, scanning for anything.

 

Alan: Alright. The night we got here, those pipes in that small hole were leaking. The floor in that room felt hollow and, although dark, I could tell there were sinkholes and rain was slipping through the ground.

 

GT: Yeah, so? It leads no where.

 

Alan: I know that. But out here, on the yard, there are cracks and holes in the floor everywhere. They're just not visable to the naked eye. Look down at your feet.

 

GT stares down, seeing the blood dripping from his chin and landing on the dirt below, then sinking through the dirt, acting almost like quicksand.

 

Alan: Do you think I wanted this box of matches just so I could spark up? No. The cracks in the floor will be our escape.

 

Rain from the liquid sky above begins lightly dropping, then Alan looks at GT, who turns back to face him.

 

Alan: It's now or never. Time to go.

[Oxidizer]

Thanks to Sexidizer for still supporting. I know you're enjoying the prison-part of the story . Much, much love. And you need to get to work on some AOM, or anything! .

Swear to god that I have been following this, and that I thought I had left feedback for the two chapters you posted before tonight's! I'm so sorry, I must've gotten sidetracked or forgot or something. I'ma read the new chapter in a bit and edit this post (assuming there's no new ones since then) to leave feedback.

[Jam!]

Yay! A new chapter! I can't wait to see how they escape the prison.

[GROVEISLS]

This is intersting to be honest

[Danny Phoenix]

This is intersting to be honest

NEWFAG

 

No, seriously, if by 'interesting' you mean 'effing awesome,' then you're right.

[TonyZimmzy]

Chapter 80: Firespin

 

January 8th, 1996: London, England [15:58pm]

GT stares in disbelief at Alan, whose eyes shift around the entire prison yard; checking each camera's point of focus. Two cameras both facing the grate leading to the steam tunnels are both hovering in unison with each other. Alan continues waiting for his chance, still looking around at the other cameras on the walls as the rain slowly becomes heavier. He looks down and sees the rain slipping through the cracks in the floor; the sand becoming darker and moist; the dirt twirling around with each drop hit.

 

Alan: The heavier it gets before I start the fire the more chance we have of not pulling this off. Any ideas? Now's the time to pitch them my way.

 

GT: Jus' what the hell you doin' anyway!?

 

Alan: Do you have any ideas on how to get the cameras off that grate for two minutes or not?

 

Silence befalls the group for a moment, before rioting at the southwest corner kicks off. Drowzy and strung out prisoners are screaming aloud, furiously.

 

Alan: (Looks back at GT and Jake) Both of you go find out what's going on. Make it fast.

 

GT and Jake waste little time in walking across the yard towards the angered prisoners. They arrive in a crowd of three dozen prisoners surrounding the water hose attatched to the wall. Most prisoners are holding small empty metal cups, and one prisoner starts screaming up at the walls infront of him.

 

Prisoner: So you drug us and then poison our water, too!? We're people too!

 

The prisoners all start chanting, simultaneously: "we're people too," over and over; raising their clenched fists in the air, rioting to the fifty foot wall infront of them. Alan's eyes watch as each camera focusing on the center of the yard and the steam tunnel grate slowly turn to face the rioting prisoners.

 

Mark: Guess dumpin' that body in there wasn't such a bad idea now, huh?

 

Without even reacting to Mark's words, Alan shoots off across the yard, sprinting as hard and as fast as his broken lungs can withtake. Mark starts to follow him but stops when he feels the sharp pain in his shoulder kick in once again. He grips at it and keeps one eye open, watching Alan running towards the grate. Alan arrives and quickly bends down, ripping the grate from the floor then tossing it on the ground next to the opening. He kneels down and climbs inside then drags the grate back over the entrance. GT and Jake both turn back to face Mark, and see Alan's disappeared.

 

Jake: He f*ckin' made it!

 

Alan stares outside of the grate for the moment. Feeling the rain pour through he quickly goes down the stairs and re-enters the tunnels. Water is leaking heavily through the pipes overhead and sifting through the thin ceiling of shattered stone and dirt above. He starts jogging as he checks his watch. He makes the first left and arrives at the steam boiler. Examining the entire structure for a moment, he finds a small latch on the door. He attempts to open it up, but to no avail; it's rusted shut. He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out the black rag he took from Joliah. Unwrapping it, inside is the sharp piece of metal also used by him. He digs it into the latch and with all his strength rips the door open, revealing a dust-covered interface board. Alan runs his fingers along the interface and blows the dust away and he looks over each button; pressing the red button and then the yellow button. The boiler starts heating up and he looks at his watch one more time.

 

Alan: You'd better be doing something up there to help keep those cameras fixated on that riot...

 

Alan walks across the hall and pushes the wooden door of the gallow chamber open and he continues going through, opening each door of every room open that he finds. He makes his way to the water boiler room and he walks over the broken wall he smashed last night, yet to be boarded up. He walks in and looks up and through the dust vent at the M4 rifle stored in there, then notices a small silver ball on the wall of his cell through the vent.

 

Alan: Sh*t...gonna need to make sure the fire gets through here aswell...

 

Alan looks around for a moment before turning around and walking back out the room. He continues down and makes the first right and begins opening any doors directly underneath the prison yard. After opening all wooden doors of the steam tunnels, he makes his way back through the same way he came. After re-emerging through the gallow chamber, he looks up at the steam boiler; trembling and shaking, overheated and ready to blow at any minute. Alan takes the box of matches from his left pocket and opens them up, pulling out a single stick. Striking it on the rough side of the box, the flame ignites and he takes a few steps back.

 

Alan: Here goes everything...

 

The steam boiler blows a fuse and bolts begin pinging off and shattering into the walls at the side of it. One by one, the boiler begins coming undone. Alan tosses the match at it and as rapid and quickly as possible, starts sprinting in the opposite direction back towards the stairs leading to the yard. Without even glancing back, he feels and hears the loudest explosion of his life - even more so than the Caligula's explosion just a few months ago. The shockwaves cause the entire tunnels to begin shaking, and Alan nearly loses his balance as he runs towards the stairs. Flames are erupting everywhere behind him and they're spreading through to the gallow chamber room and beyond quickly. Out on the yard, the entire ground is shaking, as prisoners begin to settle down, just trying to keep their balance. GT, Jake and Mark watch as the grate is opened up, and Alan pulls himself out. The cameras slowly begin turning to face the grate as he covers the hole back up. When the cameras arrive on him, he's standing pressed up against the wall, breathing heavily. They focus on him for a few moments before slowly turning back to the prisoners again. Alan quickly sprints over to the others.

 

GT: Jus' what tha' f*ck is goin' on down there, dude? This whole place feels like an earthquake.

 

Alan: Inside, up to the third floor, now.

 

All four begin running towards the east wing as Alan helps Mark keep up. They arrive inside the building and the prisoners remain out on the yard, with more prisoners coming from inside to go out into the yard.

 

Alan: (Breathing heavily) They're gonna wanna be outside, away from any heavy objects falling if it is an earthquake. But this isn't an earthquake.

 

GT: Yeah? Then what tha' f*ck is it?

 

Alan: Our escape. Now come on.

 

The four run towards the first flight of stairs going up towards the second floor. Quickly sprinting up them, they arrive on higher grounds. Alan looks out the paine to the yard below and he slows to a halt and puts his hands on the paine, staring out at the sky.

 

Alan: The rain's stopping!

 

GT: So!? You stoppin' runnin' cos the rain's easin' off? Let's go!

 

Alan: Without the rain this plan won't work! Look at what's happening down there!

 

GT, Jake and Mark all walk over to Alan's position and stare down at the crowded yard below; the prisoners are beginning to fall over; small condensation clouds are seeping through the cracks in the floor, forming steam. Alan looks at his watch then back at GT, then keeps moving towards the next flight of stairs.

 

Alan: This place is gonna begin heating up very quickly without a heavy shower. You said at this time there would be heavy showers throughout the night.

 

GT: That's what the forecast said, man! How you gonna blame me for this sh*t, too?

 

Alan: Without the heavy rain there's only one other way out of here. The guards on the boats all come round to the entrance in an emergency; I checked that earlier when you got caught. It leaves the entire scale of the east and west empty for ten to fifteen minutes, tops. The bars are easily removable; they weren't put there to keep us in, that's what the guards on the boats are for out there.

 

GT: So you expectin' us all to jump out an' swim, in tha' middle of tha' ocean, in broad daylight. An' I was startin' to think you was smarter than Tony.

 

They arrive on the third floor, just outside of the room Alan, Jake and Mark were in earlier and Alan stares daggers through GT.

 

Alan: Yeah, maybe if Tony was here, we'd be out of here a lot smoother. Or maybe he wouldn't even bother getting out. Maybe he'd lay down and die. Atleast I'm trying. I don't owe you anything, you owe us.

 

GT chokes on his words as Alan leads them into the room. The first thing Alan does upon entering is look outside the window paine and over the yard; smoke is eminating slowly from the cracks of the floor and prisoners are beginning to pass out from the immense heat just slightly below their feet. Alan turns and faces GT.

 

Alan: Get the bars off that window when the boats start coming towards the front gates. We're getting out of here.

 

GT: An' where tha' hell do we go after you get out!? You really think we can swim ten miles to land!? We'll be caught before we even hit the shore.

 

Mark: I'm with GT on this one...I can't swim wi' this wound.

 

Alan: Then you're both gonna stay here. I'm gone the moment that boat...

 

Alan looks up at the sky; a dark star eminates through the clouds and the rain begins picking up once more. Alan turns back and faces the trio.

 

Alan: Then again, maybe we can resort back to our original plan. Now we've gotta wait.

 

All four stand by the window, staring down at the yard as the rain slams hard down into the floor; the gates begin opening up as prisoners continue to pass out from the burning fire under their feet. Guards begin entering in as GT walks away from the window paine. Alan turns and faces him.

 

GT: This place is gettin' really hot up here man...I can't breathe. I'ma go another floor or two up. Yell up when we ready.

 

Alan: Yeah, alright.

 

GT walks out the room as Alan, Jake and Mark firmly watch the yard below. All prisoners have fallen unconcious from the explosive heatwave and steam is starting to pour from the cracks in the floor, clouding and fogging up the entire prison yard as guards start waving their hands infront of their faces to try and clear the air, so they can see where they're walking and what they're doing.

 

Jake: So what's tha' deal?

 

Alan: Those cracks in the floor let the rain try to put out the fire in the steam tunnels below. I was expecting more steam than this. Something must've gone wrong down there.

 

Alan, Jake and Mark sit in an ember-like sauna room for five long, blistering minutes looking down at the yard. The guards are panicking and steam and clouds cover a solid ten feet of air, blinding the entire prison yard on-foot level.

 

Alan: Time to go. When we get onto the ground, hold your breath; close your eyes; run directly infront of you towards the open gate and don't look back.

 

Jake: And if we run into a guard or sumin'!?

 

Alan: Pray you don't.

 

GT steps back into the room, aiming an M4 machine gun infront of him, sweating profuesly from the forehead and all the way down his chest and back. He cocks the gun, causing Alan, Jake and Mark to turn and face him.

 

GT: Thanks for the tip, I'll keep that in mind. But you, you ain't goin' anywhere.

 

GT fires a single shot and the bullet tears through Mark's fresh shoulder wound. Mark grabs his shoulder and falls backwards out of the window paine, screaming as Alan and Jake desperately attempt to catch him, but fail to grip ahold of him and he falls down into the misty fog below. GT fires another two shots as Alan and Jake both dive out the way and crash into the floor of the room. GT hoists the machine gun up and starts running.

 

Alan: Jake, I told you he wasn't to be trusted you f*ckin' idiot! I told you not to tell him about the gun! And the guards ain't even gonna know he took it!

 

Jake: I thought we was cool again, dude! Me an' him have been friends for as long as I can rememba'. I'm f*ckin' sorry, I f*cked up!

 

Alan quickly stands to his feet and looks out to the prison yard below, but sees absolutely nothing other than thick fog and smoke. He runs back across the room over to the bars on the window and starts desperately trying to pull them off, then he sees Hydra planes come into focus from the distance, coming towards their direction.

 

Alan: Get up and help me get these bars off before those planes get here and before the boats come back!

 

Jake: What about Mark!?

 

Alan: It's too late! We'll have to come back for him another day. If you want out now you better get up and help me.

 

Jake stumbles to two feet and runs over to Alan and both begin trying to pull the bars from the window paine. Alan uses his left hand to reach into his pocket and he pulls out the black rag and wraps it around a bar and uses it as a handgrip. He pulls a bar off and falls backwards as Jake gets another bar off. One bar remains and the Hydra planes slow to a hover above the prison. Jake and Alan both grip ahold of the middle bar remaining and push their feet on the concrete wall and finally break it off, tearing through the stone as they both fall on the floor behind them.

 

Jake: Which way to tha' mainland from here!?

 

Alan: I don't remember. West I think.

 

Jake: Then what tha' f*ck do we do when we jump!?

 

Alan: (Breathing heavily, staring at Jake) We swim.

[Jam!]

Great Chapter, can't wait for the next one . I'm betting they jack a boat. Sucks for Mark though.

[Danni]

Awesome sh*t, hombre.

[TonyZimmzy]

Alright, this is where I got upto before I stopped writing it. I will continue it one day, but how quickly is upto the remaining readers of the story. If you want it to continue, I'll start writing again; if nobody cares, I'll do it when I feel like it.

 

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Chapter 81: Wanted

 

January 8th, 1996: London, England [16:37pm]

Alan perches his feet on the cold stone window paine with Jake standing behind him. He looks down at the brooding sea crashing into the large stones and sharp rocks in which the prison stands proudly upon. Without thinking twice, he pushes his feet down and takes a leap from the paine and spreads his arms out as he soars through the chilling air. The wind forces his eyes to a close and he extends his arms over his head into diving fashion and needles into the storming sea below, as Jake puts his hands on the window paine and without second questioning himself follows suite. He falls through the air and crashes into the water below on his back. After thirty seconds, both Alan and Jake resurface, gasping for air and looking around in the open water, trying to keep their heads up as waves ferociously pull them under.

 

Alan: Jake, you okay!?

 

Alan screams out as he's pulled under. Shutting his eyes he kicks his feet and comes back up, breathing heavily and spitting out the salty water.

 

Jake: I'm good! Let's go!

 

They both begin to swim in the opposite direction of the prison as thunder and lightning begins tearing holes in the dark clouds high above them. The gale throws them left and right as they continue trying to swim somewhere, anywhere, just away from there.

 

Jake: I know it's not the best time, but I'm--

 

Jake is pulled under once again before he could finish his sentance. Alan dives under the raging water and blindly moves his arms through the thick, dark heavy water until he grips ahold of Jake's jumpsuit and he swims back to the surface. Both breathe heavily, spitting water out.

 

Alan: Now's not the best time, you're right!

 

Jake: I'm sorry!

 

Alan: Forget about it! Now come on! Swim!

 

Alan catches a glimpse back at the prison; the Hydra planes are circling and lowering, causing the steam to evaporate. Alan's burning eyes widen as he realizes the guards will be coming back around shortly.

 

Alan: We've gotta move!

 

Alan and Jake swim against all odds, as the waves gain height of up to thirty feet, throwing them back to where they were minutes ago. Alan's pulled under the waves again as Jake dives under and grabs ahold of his cousin, just like he did for him five minutes earlier. Without light from the sky shining on the water's surface, Jake soon finds himself lost on which way to swim to get out. He kicks his legs, contemplating if he's climbing higher or sinking further down into the abyss. When he resurfaces along with Alan, he chokes on the chilling air and is pulled back under. Alan grips ahold of him and gets back up once more, only to find Jake is unconcious.

 

Alan: Jake, wake up! We've gotta move. Come on!

 

Alan grips tightly on Jake's head and starts kicking and swimming with one hand, moving slowly away from the prison as the storm in the sky rages on and on. Crowned pigeons fly east over their heads and Alan watches them go, then starts sifting towards the east aswell as north. Ahead of him, though, lies a ghastly tidal wave coming right for him. He turns around in the ocean, still gripping ahold of his cousin, and he begins swimming away from it. It crashes into the water just meters from where he is and he's flung up into the air from the brute force. When he crashes back down into the numbing water, he's pulled under the calous gale into sheer cold once more.

 

 

January 8th, 1996: London, England [17:03pm]

A man with short sandy-blonde hair sits in a run-down bar; sitting infront of a stale brown table dressed in a black suit jacket, white collar shirt and smooth black trousers, aswell as black shoes. He puts the edge of the rum glass to his lips and downs the shot. Running the glass down his unshaven chin in a sluggish motion, he stares up at the television over the head of the barkeep. The bartender turns the volume up as everyone begins watching and listening to the news report that just cut off the premiership football game. Men in suits stand around a hall, with one man infront of a podium. Cameras flash and reporters gather in flocks around him.

 

Reporter: Governor, please, are there any new details that we in the crowd are not aware of before you begin?

 

Governor: I'm afraid not. Just less than one hour ago, three prisoners escaped from Hell Mary's detention facility south of New Stanford. Without wanting to startle the public, we have released the information as soon as possible rather than wait to see if they're found. These three men are considered very dangerous and one is armed. One inmate, Gary Taylor, used brute force to escape with a guard's gun. He stole a boat and was last seen heading north. The other two, un-named at the present, are believed to of escaped through a window on the third floor and into the sea. Due to the extreme weather conditions, the possibilty of these two men being dead are high, but just to be certain, we'll be displaying artist renderings of all three inmates in a moment.

 

Reporter: Governer, is it true that there were two possible escape attempts last night?

 

Governor: I'm not sure who's feeding you this information, but I'm sure that this is not the case. If there were two possible escape attempts last night, security would've surely been tightened following it. I've been informed we can now release the renderings to the public. If you see any of these men, please alert the police at once.

 

The man at the table stares at all three renderings as they play on the screen. He grabs the car keys on the table and shoots out of the seat and walks towards the exit.

 

 

January 8th, 1996: London, England [17:28pm]

The rain is pouring down heavy on the back of Alan's head. Laying face down in the sand, the waves slowly bite at his feet and wake him up. The last thing he remembers seeing was darkness. He pushes down on the soft, brown sand and lifts his head off the ground and looks to his right; Jake's in the same position. Above the slight hill leading back to civilization, flashing red and blue lights are seen flying by, along with the all too familiar sound of sirens. Alan lays back down on his stomach and waits for them to vanish, as Jake begins stirring. Alan shifts over to him slightly and checks on him.

 

Alan: Jake, c'mon, we've gotta go. Police are everywhere.

 

Jake: Ma' leg, cuz. It's busted or sumin'.

 

Alan hears sirens fast approaching again. He leans down to Jake's leg and sees blood soaking through the jumpsuit. When the sirens begin fading, Alan grips ahold of Jake and hoists him up. Jake pulls away and begins standing up on his own, and they both look around.

 

Jake: You got any idea where tha' f*ck we are - an' how we get away from here? Sh*t, GT was right--

 

Alan: (Grips ahold of Jake's collar and stares him dead in the eyes) I find it very demeaning that you keep mentioning that fat c*nt's name. (Lets him go and paces around) We'd be half way to nowhere by now if GT hadn't sold us out. (Stares back at Jake) You just had to tell him, didn't you?

 

Alan begins walking away from a speechless Jake and along the damp sand of the beach as the rain continues. Alan looks back at Jake and slowly motions with his head for him to hurry up. Jake slowly limps over to him and Alan looks out at the prison in the distance.

 

Alan: From the position the prison is in, it looks like we're in north London - near a little suburb called New Stanford. It's not a very big place, so it's gonna be hard as hell to hide out here. (Looks down at the wound on Jake's leg) I think it's time you left.

 

Jake: What!? You jus' gonna leave your own cousin to tha' wolves!?

 

Alan: Not exactly. Come on, follow me.

 

 

January 8th, 1996: London, England [17:54pm]

Alan is leaning on the outskirts of an alleyway wall. Jake is resting next to him, both breathing heavily and fatigued. Three police cruisers speed by and Alan eases his head past the wall, watching the cruisers speed down the drenched road. Without a word between each other, the two simultaneously begin running from the alley and across the street as pedestrians watch in horror as the two now-fugitives shove past them, trying to keep their balance. Alan avoids being hit by a car and crashes into the cold ground below, to which Jake quickly helps him up and the driver gets out of the car to check on them.

 

Jake: Get back in yo' car an' go tha' other way!

 

Jake shoves the driver into the bonnet of his car and Alan and Jake continue their desperate escape.

 

Jake: How much longer 'till we at tha' airport!?

 

Alan: It's just around the corner now.

 

Helping each other to stay on their own two feet whilst running, they turn the corner and see the gates fencing off the airstrip of New Stanford. They both begin climbing the fence, to which Alan can't grip ahold of due to his cold, shaking hands. Jake makes it to the top and sits on the wall, reaching his hand down to Alan. Police cruisers begin flooding the street leading both north and south of the airport entrance, and airport security begin running out of the front doors and towards the fence.

 

Alan: You just f*ckin' go back home! Now, go on!

 

Jake: C'mon, I ain't leavin' without you! It's your home, too!

 

Alan stops attempting to climb the tall wire-fence and looks at the police and security closing in on them. He stares back up at Jake.

 

Alan: This is your one chance to get outta here. If they take me back to 'Mary's, I'll escape again - and I'll bring Mark with me! Now go!

 

Jake stares down at Alan for a moment, then jumps off the wall and into the airstrip and begins sprinting towards the runway, leaving a trail of blood from his wounded leg as he goes. Alan turns around and rests against the fence and closes his eyes. The last vision being airport security running towards him. His ears, unable to close as easy as his eyes, hear gunshots and a car skidding to a halt. He opens his eyes and stares infront of him; the airport security guards are on the floor, dead. The same man sandy-blonde haired man from the bar earlier is leaning out of a silver Banshee, armed only with a 9mm pistol. He motions for Alan to get in the car with his gun. Alan looks back at the police cruisers fast-catching up to the airport, and without second-chancing, he runs over to the passenger-side of the car and jumps over the door and gets inside.

 

Alan: Who are you, and where are we going?!

 

Man: Johnny.

 

Alan: Where are we going, though?!

 

Without answering, Johnny puts his foot on the gas pedal and quickly speeds past police cruisers, which force to a halt when almost colliding with the police cruisers that were fast approaching the Banshee. Alan closes his eyes and rests against the cream-leather seat and after a few blocks, Johnny pulls into Aspfield Avenue, with sirens still heavily flowing behind them.

 

Johnny: Alright, we're here. Come on.

 

Johnny and Alan open the car doors and get out. Johnny walks towards a large white mansion directly at the end of Aspfield Avenue and walks directly up the stairs with Alan shortly behind. Reaching into his black suit jacket, he pulls out a key and puts it in the door and opens it up. Inside the marble hallway is a grand staircase - lathered in expensive turquoise carpet and draped in a dull, classic-theme throughout the front of the room; the wallpapers are clearly old on eye-contact, and have faded from dark to darker - a stale rose colour. Johnny shuts the door behind Alan and leads him through into the living room, where a few men in suits sit around on white leather armchairs, along with a few blonde-haired women in silk-like cream-coloured dresses. A small, fat balding man with a cigar clamped between his teeth stands to his feet; dressed in a grey pin-striped suit and white shirt underneath, along with a smooth black tie. He tightly grips ahold of a revolver on the glass table and points it at Alan.

 

Johnny: Charlie, what the hell're you doin'? You asked me to bring you one of the escapees alive.

 

Alan looks around nervously at the classic-dressed living room before hearing the click of the revolver. His eyes fixate on the man infront of him, who smiles with callous yellow teeth. He slowly takes a drag on the cigar then removes it from his mouth and rests it by his side.

 

Charlie: You're gonna do a little job for me - or I'm turnin' you back in...or killing you. It's your choice, mate.

 

Alan closes his eyes and runs his hands over his rough, weathered face and through his damp, greasy hair as he sighs and re-opens his eyes, staring down at his black boots.

 

Alan: What do I have to do?

[Oxidizer]

Been a long time since I left you any feedback, and I'm rightfully ashamed of that fact. This is fricken awesome! Not even mentioning some of the fine descriptive phrases in this thing. Just wow.

[TonyZimmzy]

Although I only posted it earlier, for anyone who doesn't see from this point on, I put up a new chapter right at the bottom of the previous page. I haven't written this since Febuary, but I'm not out of the loop.

 

I still plan to write this to the very end, releasing it or not, and then re-writing it all in a narrative, removing everything-GTA, as if it were just an original-created story - aka, Alan goes to Los Angelos (instead of Los Santos) - you get the idea.

Edited June 29, 2008 by TonyZimmzy

[Oxidizer]

Original stories ftw. Certainly hope that's what you're gonna do!

[Jam!]

Looking forward to reading the next chapter... as well as the re-write.

[TonyZimmzy]

Things are about to go from dark to darker. Stick around for a little while...

 

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Chapter 82: The Exchange

 

January 8th, 1996: Tierra Robada, San Andreas [12:13pm]

Mike Toreno sits in his office-study cabin in Tierra Robada, with his elbows resting neatly on the desk infront of him, with his hands folded. His calm, straight face watches as his men scurry around, answering phones that cease to stop ringing. The man he was with just two hours earlier approaches him with a phone in his right hand.

 

Caine: Boss, the Governor of London wishes to have a word with you. He just finished up a press conference about the escape.

 

Caine attempts to hand the phone to Toreno, who pushes it away; not making eye-contact with his subordinate. He keeps his eyes locked on the television across the room - which is switched off. Caine slowly paces backwards and puts the phone to his ear.

 

Caine: Mr. Toreno does not wish to speak with you at the present time. Please try again later.

 

Caine hangs the phone up when Toreno snaps his fingers and points to the desk underneath him. Caine slowly puts the phone on the desk then steps back once more.

 

Caine: Is there anything else I can get for--

 

Toreno picks up the phone and motions for Caine to leave with his hand. He sighs as he dials a number and puts the phone next to his ear and awaits a response.

 

Mike: Mr. Leone, we have a slight problem...

 

 

January 8th, 1996: Portland, Liberty City [12:13pm]

Salvatore Leone is sitting on a suave red leather chair, recieving a lap dance from a topless girl on the floor of Paulie's Revue in the Red Light District. Mickey Hamfists and Toni Cipriani sit at the bar, discussing business over beers, when Salvatore's phone rings. He takes it out of his black suit jacket and answers it.

 

Salvatore: What? I'm in the middle of sumin' here.

 

Mike (OS): Mr. Leone, we have a slight problem...

 

Salvatore shoves the dancer to the ground by her ass and he stands up and walks over to the bar and motions for Mickey and Toni to stand up. He shoots a curl-toothed glance to Paulie, who quickly turns the bass-pumping sound system off.

 

Salvatore: Alright, what seems to be the problem over there?

 

Mike (OS): I think you need to tune into the news. The International channel, to be exact. It's regarding our little friends.

 

Salvatore: (Sighs) For the love of God, Jesus and Mary above, what have these little snot-nosed pricks gone and done now?

 

The line goes dead and Salvatore grabs the remote from the counter and aims it at the television above the bar and changes the channel to witness the report happening on the London news about the escape. His face boils with rage and his grasp on the remote turns into a clamp upon seeing the artist renderings of the escapees and he throws the remote on the ground.

 

Salvatore: That fat idiot helped the other two bastards escape. I want 'em all dead; I'm done with this f*ckin' clown sh*t. Toni, go pick up Angelo and take him to the airport.

 

Toni: Boss, with all due respect, I'm much more suited for the job than Angelo.

 

Salvatore: Toni, I want this done right. I'm not just sending Angelo to kill these little f*cks. You and Angelo, go take care of things in London for me.

 

Salvatore looks back up at the television to see a reporter standing outside of London International airport.

 

Reporter: ...Believed to of last been spotted boarding a small aircraft. Our troops are checking through the air as we speak, but nothing has been found yet. Both Gary Taylor and Jake Wood were seen, seperately, within one-hour of each other, possibly heading somewhere they believe to be safe.

 

Salvatore: Mickey, go get Nicholas and Luigi. I want all three of you to get down to Los Santos. You find Taylor, kill him. You find Wood, make sure he wishes you did kill him.

 

Mickey: Got it, Sal.

 

Salvatore: Both of you, don't you dare let me down. They've cost me enough already, they've gotta die.

 

 

January 8th, 1996: London, England [19:34pm]

Johnny pulls his silver Banshee to a stop along the damp wood of the north London docks, as rain perpuates from the sky, with hints of thunder and lightning from the south. Alan, now in a black suit without a tie sits in the passenger seat; his suit is slightly damp, as is his hair. Johnny turns the ignition off and opens the glove box compartment and pulls out an automatic pistol and puts it on Alan's lap. Alan picks it up and opens the door up, but is stopped by Johnny before he has a chance to get out.

 

Johnny: Look...I didn't know Charlie was either gonna kill you or blackmail you, for what it's worth.

 

Alan: It's worth f*ck all.

 

Alan coldly stares into the glass blue eyes of Johnny before exiting the car. Johnny unstraps his seatbelt and gets out of the car. Wandering around to the boot, he continues looking at Alan, whose hair blows slightly in the wind as he looks out upon the dark river. He lifts the boot up and pulls out a black rucksack then slams it shut.

 

Johnny: The pistol is a precaution.

 

Alan: I got it.

 

After a few minutes of silence, headlights in the dark evening can be seen as the rain pours down heavier. A black Washington pulls to a stop a few feet behind Johnny's car. Two men get out of the back of the car; one carrying a black suitcase, each dressed in black bomber jackets. They close the doors and the driver keeps an eye on Alan. Johnny and the two men approach and meet inbetween their cars, as Alan keeps the pistol concealed.

 

Johnny: Eighty-five, counted. (Unzips the bag and reveals plastic white bags)

 

Man: Eighty-five? You mean sixty-five, right, friend?

 

Johnny: Hey, that wasn't the deal, amigo. Now've you got the eighty-five or not?

 

Man: See, now we've got a problem.

 

The driver hits the gas pedal of the Washington as the two men shove Johnny to the ground and dive out the way. Alan quickly takes aim at the driver with the pistol and fires a single shot, piercing the windscreen and hitting the driver between his eyes. The car swerves and narrowly misses running over and crushing Johnny. The two men pull out automatic pistols themselves as Alan takes cover behind Johnny's car. Johnny slowly crawls behind the car and sits next to Alan.

 

Johnny: I owe you one.

 

Alan: You got a piece or what?

 

Johnny: In the car.

 

The man holding the money makes a break for it and begins running. Alan looks under the car and aims and fires a shot; the bullet rips through the man's foot and he stumbles to the floor below, dropping the bag. Alan watches as the other man begins running towards his fallen partner, and Alan stands up and walks from behind the car towards him. He fires a shot and hits him in the arm, causing him to drop his pistol. The man hits the ground next to his partner and both men look up at Alan, with hands raised over their faces.

 

Johnny: Get the money and kill 'em, kid!

 

Alan reaches down and grabs ahold of the sack of money, keeping the gun aimed at both men as he slowly steps away. He kicks both pistols that the men dropped on the ground into the fog-laced water and he turns around and goes over to Johnny. He opens the door and puts both the drugs and money into the car as Johnny climbs in. Alan gets inside and Johnny starts the car up and reverses it. Alan closes his eyes and rests his head against the seat as Johnny slams into the gas pedal and starts speeding towards the downed men. Both men begin screaming and desperately try to crawl out the way, as Alan opens his eyes and grabs the wheel.

 

Johnny: Get the f*ck off'a me!

 

The car narrowly misses both men and Johnny keeps speeding through the docks and warehouse scenary as both breathe heavily in the car. Alan slumps back into his seat and looks out the window, drying his hair with his hand.

 

Alan: Killing two guys when you don't need to isn't going to prove anything. We've got the money and the drugs and that's all I wanted.

 

Johnny: Yeah, lucky you, you've done your job and you can get out now. What about me, huh? I do this sh*t every week. All because my uncle f*cked me over, I got forced outta Vice City to this dump to work for a lunatic ex-mob boss.

 

Alan: Then get out while you can. You don't look any older than me.

 

Johnny: Twenty - but thanks.

 

Silence befalls the entire ride back to Aspfield. As they arrive, the doors are already open on Charlie's mansion. Johnny and Alan both get out and run up the stairs and walk inside the mansion.

 

Johnny: Charlie, we're back. Charlie?

 

Johnny leads Alan through to the living room, where Charlie and a few suited men not seen in his house earlier sit. Johnny stops in the doorframe as the men stand up and begin leaving. Charlie runs his hands over his face and Johnny steps aside for the men to leave. Alan stares into the eyes of each man as they go. They walk into the living room and both sit down.

 

Charlie: You f*cked up big time, Johnny. And so did you. I told you I'd kill you, I did mean it.

 

Charlie stands to his feet and pulls his revolver from his waist and aims it at Alan who looks up at him.

 

Alan: I got you the money - and the drugs.

 

Charlie slowly puts the revolver down to his side, then back into his hoister. He pats the sweat from his forehead with a napkin and swallows hard, then resits.

 

Charlie: We're in some big trouble here. You're gonna need to do me another small favour before you go anywhere...

 

 

January 9th, 1996: Las Venturas, San Andreas [12:46pm]

Tony is sitting in a small dark red leather chair in a large office, seated soley behind a long-stretch brown table. Infront of him are documents and papers, with a pen pinched in his right hand. He's dressed in a black suit, with matching black pants and a dark blue shirt underneath - without a tie, and unbuttoned at the top. Stubble covers his face as he drops the pen and rubs his sore eyes. The doors across the room open up, and CJ and Woozie enter in.

 

Woozie: Tony, I'd like for you to view the new layout we had planned, then get ahold of the share holders and get their input by two tomorrow.

 

CJ: When you get a minute, we gonna go shoot some hoops. You in?

 

Tony: (Stands up) Guys, I'm tired; when you said I could have a job in this casino, I didn't know you were gonna work me to the bone.

 

CJ: Man got a point, Wooz'

 

Woozie: Alright. Take a day off. Me and CJ will take care of this.

 

Tony runs his hands over his head and he sighs as he walks around the table and then through the middle of CJ and Woozie. The doors close behind him and he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a carton of cigarettes and a lighter. His phone begins ringing and he ignores it until he's got a cigarette out. He pinches it between his lips and puts the carton back in, then pulling his phone out in the same motion.

 

Tony: (Puts the phone to his ear) Yeah?

 

Jake (OS): Ya' not tha' easiest nigga to get ahold of.

 

Tony: (Takes the cigarette from his mouth) What? Jake? Is that you? I thought you were killed.

 

Jake (OS): Far from, but tha' same can't be said for Alan an' Mark. Listen up...

Edited July 8, 2008 by TonyZimmzy

[Jam!]

Nice to see that Jake escaped safely... It seems like it's gonna be a while before Alan finally gets out of London. Can't wait for the next chapter.

[Oxidizer]

Love the way this is unfolding. Specifically, a certain someone named... you know who I mean.

 

Things are gonna get hardcore.

[Warplay3r]

I love this story. I saved it on file (hope you don't mind) and read it whenever I can. It's got it's claws stuck into me. Really good. Keep it up.

[TonyZimmzy]

Chapter 83: Deliverance

 

January 10th, 1996: London, England [03:13am]

As a black helicopter blisters through the brisk, dark night, Hell Mary's comes into view - army and national guard covering the entire island. Inside the helicopter, Tony turns to face CJ, who's piloting straight towards the prison. CJ, dressed in a black bomber jacket - zipped up, and jeans, casually turns to face Tony, who's still suited in the same attire as yesterday afternoon. Tony's hands are shaking as he clamps solidly ahold of a blue tinted SMG machine gun in his right hand, pressed against his knee.

 

Tony: I'm glad you came along for this...to tell the truth, I'm kinda worried.

 

CJ: Well, sh*t, so am I dude. We' goin' up against army cats with a couple'a modded SMG's. Jus' stay behin' me, an' I'll take care'a this gig; you jus' find our Grove boy.

 

Tony: You make it sound like you've done this before...

 

CJ: That ain't neither here or there. Get yo' sh*t ready, they gonna see us when we get in reach'a that big ass light. Jake, Woozie, you aiight back there?

 

Jake and Woozie both sit in the back of the helicopter - Jake, suited in a black jumpsuit along with a black ski mask, and Woozie dressed in a black leather coat - zipped, and black pants. Jake cocks his tinted white SMG machine gun and opens the door of the chopper.

 

Jake: All good back here. Now remember, we aimin' for that light; Tony, you tha' best shoot, take 'dem guards out.

 

CJ: Aiight, lock an' load, fellas.

 

As the helicopter comes into the light, army personal and national guard soldiers take aim and begin firing at it instantly. The chopper begins taking some punishment as Tony opens his door and puts a pair of night vision goggles on. He leans out slightly and begins to take aim, as Jake and Woozie begin firing out the back doors straight ahead of them towards the enormous light that hangs heavily over the prison. Soldiers are beginning to be picked off one by one with direct, cold-cut shots to the face by Tony's modded SMG. Prisoners begin flooding out of the walls and on to the yard, as more soldiers are coming in to view in their own helicopters. After minutes of shooting, the light finally blows, and the prison is plunged into complete darkness.

 

Tony: All right, pass me the rope.

 

CJ: Remember, tie it onta' sumin', get Mark up an' out.

 

Jake: We got about ten minutes - tops - an' what with this thunder storm, could be a lot less, if you feel me.

 

CJ passes the rope along to Tony, who throws it out of the helicopter then quickly begins to climb down it. Gunshots in the dark line his ears as he hits the ground and begins looking around. He grabs the rope and bends down, tying it to the grate where Alan broke out of just a few days ago. He sees two soldiers blindly running around in the dark, shooting up in the air. He remains crouched down and quickly reloads the SMG then stands back to his feet and fires at both soldiers and begins moving.

 

Tony: (Screams) Mark, where are you?!

 

Four soldiers cautiously come from inside the east prison entrance and begin firing. Tony turns around and quickly counter-fires, hitting all four in the chest and shoulder areas. He walks towards the east entrance, pushing past some prisoners as he goes. Walking inside, he stares at the hanging bodies in the cold, damp hallway. Thunder becomes muffled - and soldiers begin running down the hallway with flashlights. Tony quickly drops down to one knee and fires at them all. As the last one hits the floor, Tony stands back up and begins running through the hallway.

 

Tony: Mansell, where you at?! It's Tony! Jake and CJ are waitin' to take us home, come on!

 

As Tony runs further in, the light in his goggles becomes blinding and he's forced to take them off, revealing lit-up rooms with soldiers guarding prisoners. Tony quickly dives behind a small brown table as the guards begin opening fire. Tony quickly ducks out and begins exchanging fire, as Mark, grouped with the prisoners, watches on.

 

Tony: (Leans out and fires at a guard, hitting him in the neck) Mark, hold your breath and close your eyes!

 

Tony reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small black ball. He tosses it over the table and smoke begins engulfing the room, as guards and prisoners alike begin to fall down, passing out upon breathing the gas in. Mark stands to his feet and runs towards the door, as Tony follows behind him.

 

Mark: (Grabs ahold of his shoulder and leans against the corner of a wall) f*ckin' good ta' see you, bro.

 

Tony: (Slows down and stops, breathing heavily) Good to see you too. Let's go.

 

Tony and Mark run back down the hallway as it becomes dark once again. Out onto the field, the army helicopters have arrived, and are exchanging fire with CJ's helicopter. Tony bends down and grabs ahold of an M16 machine gun and tosses it to Mark.

 

Tony: Focus on a small yellow light and fire. Grab ahold of my arm and keep followin' me.

 

Mark grips Tony's forearm as they both begin firing up at the helicopters, moving back towards the rope which Tony tied to the grate. Tony looks up to see Jake and CJ firing at the national guard helicopters. He quickly guides Mark towards the rope and Mark grabs ahold of it.

 

Tony: Hurry up and climb up, I'll keep shootin'.

 

Mark: Ma' shoulder's torn apart, don't rush me an' we' cool.

 

Tony: Just go!

 

Mark begins shuffling up the rope as Tony, CJ and Jake continue to fire at the men in the helicopters. As Mark arrives at the top of the helicopter, CJ tosses him a dark red tinted SMG. Mark grips ahold of it and begins exchanging fire alongside Jake as the storm rages on, and the harsh winds begin sifting the helicopter backwards. Tony grabs ahold of the rope and begins to pull himself up as the chopper is struck with a hail of bullets and begins spiralling backwards.

 

Tony: Sh*t, this is bad. (Drops the SMG and takes out his cell phone and dials, then puts it to his ear)

 

CJ: (Hears his phone ringing and continues to fire, as he swiftly pulls it out his jacket pocket and answers) Tony, get tha' f*ck in, we outta here!

 

Tony: Hurry the f*ck up and just go! (Tosses the phone on the ground and picks the SMG up and continues to fire)

 

CJ: (Puts his phone back in his pocket) Woozie, get us outta here; Tony's decided it fo' us.

 

Tony watches as a military helicopter crashes into the wall of the prison and explodes, sending shockwaves through the entire grounds, as bits and pieces rain down. Woozie pilots the helicopter safely away from the prison, as Tony runs towards the large open gates of the prison, being guarded by soldiers who continue to shoot up into the air. As he runs, he takes aim and rapidly fires at them all, killing them all with single shots to the head and chest. He runs through the gate and down the long stretch path and fires at soldiers in a boat before arriving at it. He jumps on and quickly turns the ignition on and sits down in the seat and puts his foot on the accelerate pedal. The boat quickly picks up speed and he pulls it round the south side of the prison, still suited in the night vision goggles, he looks up to see two national guard helicopters still close behind CJ's helicopter. Without hesitation, he smashes the windscreen out with his foot and begins firing up at the helicopters.

 

Mark: (Looks down) Ay', that boat's firing at tha' other choppers.

 

Jake: (Laughs) Pssh, we went through hell to get outta there, Tony gets out in three mother f*ckin' minutes.

 

Mark: Yeah, right now ain't tha' time fo' jokes, Jacob.

 

One helicopter begins smoking heavily and slowly drifts down and towards the sea, as CJ, Jake, Mark and Tony continue to unanimously fire at the final helicopter.

 

CJ: These soldiers ain't givin' up! Time ta' aim fa' the chopper itself!

 

All three begin to fire at the helicopter, until it finally explodes and drops down to the sea below, as Tony speeds underneath the helicopter on the boat. Keeping it level, he quickly climbs through the empty windscreen and onto the rope, pulling himself up as he looks back in the distance; nobody following them. He pulls himself up and into the helicopter as he breathes heavily, drenched chest to toe in blood, as he lays on the ground, arms spread out. Jake and CJ both help pull him up as Mark gives a whole-hearted hug to Jake and CJ before breaking down into tears.

 

Mark: I thought I was gonna rot in that place fo' tha' rest'a my natural born days. You guys showed more than street colours, man.

 

Tony: (Shuts the right side door) You guys need to head home as fast as possible.

 

CJ: You mean we nee' to head home as fast as possible...

 

Tony: I've decided I'm gonna stay here and find Alan. Drop me off somewhere over that way.

 

Tony points to a nearby town which comes into view as they fly over the beach. CJ shakes his head and pats Tony on the shoulder.

 

CJ: Man's gotta do what a man's gotta do. You nee' anythin', you jus' call on us, aiight?

 

Tony: No worries. Thanks for everything guys. (Turns to face Mark) Guess I'll be seeing you back home soon enough, right?

 

Mark: (Smiles) Without a shadow of a doubt.

 

The two lock hands and smile as CJ walks into the cockpit and takes the wheel from Woozie, who stands up and walks over to Tony, Jake and Mark in the back of the helicopter.

 

 

January 10th, 1996: London, England [03:58am]

A large jet comes into landing at the London International airport, as the thunder and lightning scars the skyline, with rain crashing down into the streets. Army are everywhere inside and out guarding the airport, alongside police officers. The jet wheels pinch the ground before scraping the tarmac and bouncing along, until it eventually slows to a crawl, then to a stop. After a few minutes, the doors are opened up and flight attendants begin letting people out.

 

Flight Attendant: Please be careful on the way down the steps, and please do not interfere with the police and army officials as they are dealing with a major crisis in the surrounding area, as our pilot was informed minutes ago. We hope you enjoyed your flight with London Air.

 

Suited in all black, Toni Cipriani steps out in to the pouring rain; his slick black hair quickly becomes drenched as he carries a black dufflebag by his side. Behind him, suited in the same attire, a young man with curly black hair and a face of stubble steps out in to the cold morning, carrying a matching black dufflebag.

 

Toni: Angelo, go round and get us a cab while I make a phone call to Sal.

 

Angelo, the young Italian says not a word, but brushes past Toni and walks down the metalic stairs and onto the runway, with other passengers pushing past Toni as he dials on his cell phone. He puts it to his ear and waits for an answer.

 

Toni: Boss, we just touched down. The others get over to San Andreas all right?

 

Salvatore (OS): It seems we may've caught more than we bargained for. I'll keep you posted. You go get yourself acquainted with my mother's brother, and get yourself set up over there - then you find Alan Wood, and you finish him.

 

Toni: I'll personally cut his throat and let him know it was from you, boss.

 

Toni hangs the phone up and puts it back into his pocket and he takes long strides down the structure as the rain pours heavily from the sky above.

[Oxidizer]

Helicopters are the way forward. Love those things. And this gamescript, goddangit!

 

However you decide to end this, I'm hyped in advance. This is wicked!