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'The long, hard road outta hell'
by the one and only piesupreme
finishing in the staunton casino, i left in the midst of night. all was quiet, which for some reason, seemed a little too quiet. i went round the back to fetch my stinger, when a loud noise came from above. i looked high, but a bright light was beaming down on me. a voice boomed from the heavens:
"stay where you are! you're surrounded!"
i had to make a quick dash to the stinger. in the distance i could hear police sirens squealing into the night, and seemed to be getting louder. i opened the door to the stinger, and started up the engine. bullets rained down on me, so i had to act fast. driving across the grass onto the main road, the tyres screeched onto the tarmac. building up speed, i saw two pigwagons heading towards me. chicken, i thought. the classic game of chicken. i sped up, the speedo now reaching over 100. the two police cars still woldn't move. 50 metres. 40. 30. 20. i had to think quick. looking to the right, i noticed a small alley. perfect. holding tight, i put on the handbrake, steered hard to the right, and pushed the accelerator as hard as i oculd. the turning was perfect. the stinger launched into the alleyway, heading straight down it. looking in the rear view mirror, the pigs had missed the turning, and totalled the cars into some lobo's. they're done for now. as i pulled out of the alley, i couldn't see a cop car in sight. just a black car, rapidly speeding up behind me....
was i really wanted that bad? the FBI now wanted me, and appeared to be gaining on my yakuza stinger. another sharp turn, i think. i turned left through a small gate, and into a place with grass, trees and water. uh-oh, the park. bringing back the memories form that old film, die hard with a vengeance, i had to think fast and act fast. weaving in between trees, a figure came rushing towards my windscreen. the body flipped over the car, landing behind me.
just another drunken bum.
quickly stopping in front of the public bogs, i didn't see any pigs about. i had an idea. i ran quickly into the bogs, checking under all the cubicles. finally, i found it.
"hey ray!"
"yeah, whaddya want kid?"
"you know you said you're getting out of this hellhole?"
"yeah, so what?"
"well, i need that ticket for the plane."
"WHAT?!!?!?! you gotta be sh**ting me, kid! that's my ticket outta here! if i lose that ticket, then i'm gonna be the next meal served for the FBI to eat!"
"well then, i don't have much of a choice."
the shotgun didn't leave a pretty mess. the head was taken clean off, he was dead before he hit the floor. i searched his pockets, and found the ticket. quickly running out, i hopped back into the stinger and charged it through the park. there was a hill on one side of the park. driving past it, the FBI was just comign through the gate. hmmm. time for plan B.
backing up, i turned quickly to get in line with the hill. just as the FBi got out of the car, the wheels span on my 2.5 litre. the car raced up the hill, and flew towrads the road in front of it, clearing the fence by a few metres. roaring away, there was only one place i could go. to the safehouse. checking carefully to see if i was being followed, i reversed the car into the garage, and went into my crib.
i slept for a few hours before waking up. getting my kit ready, I realised that i might be late for the plane. as i opened the garage door, i turned on the light. nothing was there. holy crap, i thought, now i'm ****ed. so i ran onto the street, and stood in the middle of the road. a stallion came roaring up to me, and slammed the handbrake on just before it got to me. he leaned out the window, and said,
"hey kid! i paid good money for this vehicle!"
"hey, you'd better have some more money. cos you're gonna need a taxi home after i've hauled your ass outta the car!"
i ran round to the drivers door, opened it, and threw him out. and quickly, just before he was about to throw me out, i shot him twice in the stomach. in cold blood. i hate doing that, especially when he could've led such a prosperous life. yeah right. prosperous and liberty city don't mix.
hitting the top gear, i roared across the bridge to shoreside. i must've lost attention, because i went straight into the car in front of me. the stallion whined to the right, and flipped over a few times before landing squarely on the roof. the engine was on fire, so i had to run quick. the blast form the engine took me down, and i could feel the pressure against me. a police car was not hesitant to reach me, as he pulled up near to the blown up car. the pig got out of the car and walked up to me.
"morning sir, is there a problem?"
"yes officer, as a matter of fact there is a problem. apparently, there are too many bullets in this gun."
BANG!
the pig fell to the floor before he could even reach for his pistol. a few bystanders screamed, ran away, not wanting anything to do with this. there was nto a car nearby, apart from. hoooohooooo baby! turning on the sirens, i span the wheels, doing a full 180, and sped off towards francis intl. airport. suddenly, a voice came from the radio:
"alpha 6, we have a 10-4 MDK at the shoreside bridge. assistance is required"
"sorry, it was my fault. better luck next time!"
cruising towards the airport, i saw the car behind me had a recogniseable face. it was an old friend of ray Machowski. also a bent copper, i asked him to pull over.
"hey man, good to see you again!"
"you too man. hey, i need to you do me a favour."
"sure kid, whaddya want?"
"i need you to say that i'm dead. gone. busted, whatever it takes to make me a free man."
"jesus h. christ! i can't do that, not without a...."
i placed 100,000 notes into his hand.
"woah kid! that's a lotta money!"
"i know. i need to get outta here quick. i odn't stand a chance if i stay here another day longer"
"watch your back kid. you can still get caught."
"yeah, i know. i owe you one."
"yeah, and don't fuggedaboudit neither"
"seeya later chief"
"catcha later, man"
i proceeded through customs carefully. i got onto the plane, when i noticed something following the plane ont he runway. big Barracks OL trucks were chasing the plane. i just smiled and laughed. i don't think they're gonna catch up to this one...
'The long, hard road outta hell'
by the one and only piesupreme
finishing in the staunton casino, i left in the midst of night. all was quiet, which for some reason, seemed a little too quiet. i went round the back to fetch my stinger, when a loud noise came from above. i looked high, but a bright light was beaming down on me. a voice boomed from the heavens:
"stay where you are! you're surrounded!"
i had to make a quick dash to the stinger. in the distance i could hear police sirens squealing into the night, and seemed to be getting louder. i opened the door to the stinger, and started up the engine. bullets rained down on me, so i had to act fast. driving across the grass onto the main road, the tyres screeched onto the tarmac. building up speed, i saw two pigwagons heading towards me. chicken, i thought. the classic game of chicken. i sped up, the speedo now reaching over 100. the two police cars still woldn't move. 50 metres. 40. 30. 20. i had to think quick. looking to the right, i noticed a small alley. perfect. holding tight, i put on the handbrake, steered hard to the right, and pushed the accelerator as hard as i oculd. the turning was perfect. the stinger launched into the alleyway, heading straight down it. looking in the rear view mirror, the pigs had missed the turning, and totalled the cars into some lobo's. they're done for now. as i pulled out of the alley, i couldn't see a cop car in sight. just a black car, rapidly speeding up behind me....
was i really wanted that bad? the FBI now wanted me, and appeared to be gaining on my yakuza stinger. another sharp turn, i think. i turned left through a small gate, and into a place with grass, trees and water. uh-oh, the park. bringing back the memories form that old film, die hard with a vengeance, i had to think fast and act fast. weaving in between trees, a figure came rushing towards my windscreen. the body flipped over the car, landing behind me.
just another drunken bum.
quickly stopping in front of the public bogs, i didn't see any pigs about. i had an idea. i ran quickly into the bogs, checking under all the cubicles. finally, i found it.
"hey ray!"
"yeah, whaddya want kid?"
"you know you said you're getting out of this hellhole?"
"yeah, so what?"
"well, i need that ticket for the plane."
"WHAT?!!?!?! you gotta be sh**ting me, kid! that's my ticket outta here! if i lose that ticket, then i'm gonna be the next meal served for the FBI to eat!"
"well then, i don't have much of a choice."
the shotgun didn't leave a pretty mess. the head was taken clean off, he was dead before he hit the floor. i searched his pockets, and found the ticket. quickly running out, i hopped back into the stinger and charged it through the park. there was a hill on one side of the park. driving past it, the FBI was just comign through the gate. hmmm. time for plan B.
backing up, i turned quickly to get in line with the hill. just as the FBi got out of the car, the wheels span on my 2.5 litre. the car raced up the hill, and flew towrads the road in front of it, clearing the fence by a few metres. roaring away, there was only one place i could go. to the safehouse. checking carefully to see if i was being followed, i reversed the car into the garage, and went into my crib.
i slept for a few hours before waking up. getting my kit ready, I realised that i might be late for the plane. as i opened the garage door, i turned on the light. nothing was there. holy crap, i thought, now i'm ****ed. so i ran onto the street, and stood in the middle of the road. a stallion came roaring up to me, and slammed the handbrake on just before it got to me. he leaned out the window, and said,
"hey kid! i paid good money for this vehicle!"
"hey, you'd better have some more money. cos you're gonna need a taxi home after i've hauled your ass outta the car!"
i ran round to the drivers door, opened it, and threw him out. and quickly, just before he was about to throw me out, i shot him twice in the stomach. in cold blood. i hate doing that, especially when he could've led such a prosperous life. yeah right. prosperous and liberty city don't mix.
hitting the top gear, i roared across the bridge to shoreside. i must've lost attention, because i went straight into the car in front of me. the stallion whined to the right, and flipped over a few times before landing squarely on the roof. the engine was on fire, so i had to run quick. the blast form the engine took me down, and i could feel the pressure against me. a police car was not hesitant to reach me, as he pulled up near to the blown up car. the pig got out of the car and walked up to me.
"morning sir, is there a problem?"
"yes officer, as a matter of fact there is a problem. apparently, there are too many bullets in this gun."
BANG!
the pig fell to the floor before he could even reach for his pistol. a few bystanders screamed, ran away, not wanting anything to do with this. there was nto a car nearby, apart from. hoooohooooo baby! turning on the sirens, i span the wheels, doing a full 180, and sped off towards francis intl. airport. suddenly, a voice came from the radio:
"alpha 6, we have a 10-4 MDK at the shoreside bridge. assistance is required"
"sorry, it was my fault. better luck next time!"
cruising towards the airport, i saw the car behind me had a recogniseable face. it was an old friend of ray Machowski. also a bent copper, i asked him to pull over.
"hey man, good to see you again!"
"you too man. hey, i need to you do me a favour."
"sure kid, whaddya want?"
"i need you to say that i'm dead. gone. busted, whatever it takes to make me a free man."
"jesus h. christ! i can't do that, not without a...."
i placed 100,000 notes into his hand.
"woah kid! that's a lotta money!"
"i know. i need to get outta here quick. i odn't stand a chance if i stay here another day longer"
"watch your back kid. you can still get caught."
"yeah, i know. i owe you one."
"yeah, and don't fuggedaboudit neither"
"seeya later chief"
"catcha later, man"
i proceeded through customs carefully. i got onto the plane, when i noticed something following the plane ont he runway. big Barracks OL trucks were chasing the plane. i just smiled and laughed. i don't think they're gonna catch up to this one...
