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Summary: Jack Hansen is a 16 year old boy from Europe who has been on the run after a serious crime against some of his old schoolmates who did many crimes and got away with it by blaming others, the only reason he hasn't been arrested is because he sneaked on board a containership a few hours after running away from the school, after a few days on the ship he is discovered but it turned out that the ship is smuggling drugs and the Captain recognized him from the news, after 17 months he is dropped off in America, what awaits Jack in America? Will he take a new identity and start a new simple life with High school, a hot girlfriend, a silly job and try to put his past behind him… or will his need for money drag him into a life of drugs, guns, running from the cops and work for the local dealers… or both.
[San Francisco, March 5th, 01:24 AM]
Jack Hansen walked off the containership Platypus, his sports bag over his shoulder, a cap and a hoodie to hide his face, he had finally come to America and had about a thousand dollars in his pocket, he had spent one and a half year onboard the Platypus and had only touched land when he helped buying more supplies to the ship's crew.
When he had walked onto Platypus for the first time he had been a 14 year old boy, 5 feet tall and thin arms and legs with golden brown short hair, now he was 16 and had gotten some muscles and was 5.7 feet tall and his hair went down to his shoulders and had been dyed black, he was wearing some old jeans, a grey t-shirt, a brown jacket.
After walking for about an hour he found North beach library, he saw a fence and a playground on the other side of the fence.
Jack crawled over the fence and found a sheltered place in the corner of the library that was hard to spot from outside the fence and decided to try get some sleep, Jack pulled a blanket out of his bag andlay down on the sand that filled the playground and pulled the blanket over him.
He didn't need the blanket to keep him warm since the night was hot enough so that you should think it was afternoon.
[Two day later, Vallejo St, 16:53 PM]
Jack had rented a room that didn't look very nice, the walls had holes, the place smelled like beer and cigarettes and some of the other who lived at the place was obviously pushers and criminals, the only four people who lived in the whole building (and wasn't criminals) was an mean old lady named Agnes who owned the place and only cared about the money that the renters could pay, the other four was a father and his two daughters.
The father was nearly always drinking alcohol, the oldest daughter was named Katie and had been very surprised to see someone of her own age rent a room, the younger daughter was named Brittany and was about seven years old.
Katie and Brittany had visited him shortly after he moved in to welcome him, and now it was only Katie who was with him, trying to find out if he was good or bad company, and if she could trust him.
Katie had green eyes, black painted nails, blond hair that went down to her butt, pale skin, small curves and was wearing a red sweater and blue jeans, in short she was very attractive but also very dangerous since most of the guys who lived in the building had gotten several kicks in the nuts when they became too stupid and was a master in kickboxing.
"So where are you from?", asked Katie as she sat down on an old couch that he slept on.
"My family is from a small country in Europe, we moved here when I was 4, ran away from them last month and now I'm here", said Jack, when jack had become a criminal he wasn't very good at English but on Platypus the Captain's right hand had taught him the language and a lot of other stuff, the first time they had docked in America Jack would have been too easy to recognize so he had to spend a whole year before they came to San Francisco again, but when he came to San Francisco the mafia boss had offered him a new identity and a face operation for all his work on the ship.
"Oh… sorry", said Katie looking away.
"But things are nice here… in its own way", said Jack and the next second the neighbor turned on her stereo on full power.
"Is that bitch deaf or something?", asked Jack irritated.
"No, she just turns it on when she has customers… she's a drug dealer by the way", said Katie annoyed with the loud music.
"How long does those deals usually goes on?", asked Jack.
"An hour, she has many customers… wanna go somewhere more quiet?", asked Katie hoping to take him somewhere where she knew young offenders liked to hang out.
Katie had four steps to find out if people were the criminal type or not, the first step was to take them somewhere where criminals liked to hang out, for example Bender's grill and bar two streets away.
"Why not", said Jack and got up and followed Katie and locked the door.
"So… do you know Bender's grill?", asked Katie as they exit the building.
"No, but you could show me or do you know other places?", asked Jack.
"They have good rips", said Katie knowing that the next part of the test would have to wait until they got there.
Don't know why I made this, the idea just popped up while I was shooting cops in GTA 4.
No flames please.