Author's note..
This story is before the robbery was committed and so Jake (main character)
is out of jail and not yet working with Catalina.
JB - Jake's body
JM - Jake's mind
This also applies to other characters. 4u2njoi!
As Jake stepped out of his small three-room flat on Staunton island, he wondered what Stu, his friend and amateur carjacker, was doing. Perhaps he might want to throw some rocks at the police cars zipping past at a fast but steady pace..*JM wait.police cars+8:00 in the morning+ I'm still in boxers= something's up...JB I gotta pee...* Jake quickly stepped back inside and rushed up the stairs. After relieving himself, Jake fixed himself some coffee, picked up the phone and dialed Stu's number. *beepboopbeepbeepboopboopbeep* After two rings, a unsteady voice answered the phone. "Hey.who the f**k is this?" "Hay is for goddamn horses. What's up? Jake smiled. They had talked this way for years together on the phone. "Ummmm.The clouds? Hey I.I..Oh nevermind...Um, I need..uh.." Jake could tell something was wrong, and Stu was keeping it from him. Whatever it was, it was important; Stu was really hasty. Jake cut him off. "Stewart, meet me at the 5& diner. Fast .We need to talk." Jake hastily dressed himself. His mind was making small mental notes of what could happen. KM*8:04. Traffic slow. Trapped. Cops.Bad. Crap.* Jake ran to his faithful old Idaho, which he had made a few modifications to. This car could get him out of trouble if need be, but all he needed to get away from right now was his taxes. How could a car help him then?? As he climbed in the car, Jake heard a small *beep*...the same beep of a bomb being armed.
As Jake stepped out of his small three-room flat on Staunton island, he wondered what Stu, his friend and amateur carjacker, was doing. Perhaps he might want to throw some rocks at the police cars zipping past at a fast but steady pace..*JM wait.police cars+8:00 in the morning+ I'm still in boxers= something's up...JB I gotta pee...* Jake quickly stepped back inside and rushed up the stairs. After relieving himself, Jake fixed himself some coffee, picked up the phone and dialed Stu's number. *beepboopbeepbeepboopboopbeep* After two rings, a unsteady voice answered the phone. "Hey.who the f**k is this?" "Hay is for goddamn horses. What's up? Jake smiled. They had talked this way for years together on the phone. "Ummmm.The clouds? Hey I.I..Oh nevermind...Um, I need..uh.." Jake could tell something was wrong, and Stu was keeping it from him. Whatever it was, it was important; Stu was really hasty. Jake cut him off. "Stewart, meet me at the 5& diner. Fast .We need to talk." Jake hastily dressed himself. His mind was making small mental notes of what could happen. KM*8:04. Traffic slow. Trapped. Cops.Bad. Crap.* Jake ran to his faithful old Idaho, which he had made a few modifications to. This car could get him out of trouble if need be, but all he needed to get away from right now was his taxes. How could a car help him then?? As he climbed in the car, Jake heard a small *beep*...the same beep of a bomb being armed.
