The Last Job
A Hotline Miami 2: Wrong Number Fanfiction
Chapter One: Prologue
December 11th, 1991.
11:42 PM
"Fuck man, it's getting late! Hurry up and open the door." Tony shouted in frustration.
"Just a minute, I nearly got it open." Ash replied.
A few moments later, the door swung open. The group headed inside while Ash gloated about his electrical skills.
"Anybody can put two wires together and hope they get it right." Mark said.
"Shut up and let's do this! It's getting late" Tony snapped.
"It's Corey's fault for making us stop and case the place for two hours." Alex said.
"Well, at least we know what we are up against." Corey said in defence.
"Yeah. Some gangsters with pipes and bats" said Mark sarcastically.
"Well then, this should be a quick and clean job."
As we enter the building, we notice a strange man walking out of the elevator next to us. As Mark enters the elevator, the man jumps in and follows him.
"Mark!" yells Tony, just as the doors were closing.
"Yeah?"
"Good luck, fatty."
"Yeah, fuck you too."
