Here's Chapter 2! Hope you guys enjoy it.

CHAPTER 2: IN THE BEGINNING, PART 2

Me, Sam, Gat and Lee had fled the courtroom leaving a couple of dead bodies in our wake. We saw a couple of police officers running at us and I shot them. I could hear helicopter rotors and police sirens outside; they must've sent the whole fucking precinct after us.

After shooting another guard down, I scavenged the pistol he had off and began wielding firing. As we made our way across the small hallway that briefly led into another courtroom, I shot at some other officers who noticed us from the lobby below.

As me, Sam, Gat and Lee made our way into the next courtroom, we saw something I'll never forget for as long as I live:

Judge Melmack (the judge at Gat's trial) wielding a FUCKING shotgun.

With a look in her eyes that could bring the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse to a stop in their tracks.

She just fired at us, and we had to take cover behind an attendee bench. I had to brace myself and hope to God she wouldn't kill me.

But all at once, I heard the shotgun blasts stop. Me and Sam looked over the bench to see Judge Melmack with a bullet in her forehead. And I looked over to see Legal Lee holding a goddamn revolver.

"Lee, what the fuck are you doing with a revolver?" I asked him.

"This is just my insurance policy," he answered nonchalantly.

After we looted the corpses for any ammo and cash they had, we ran through another hallway yet again and down some stairs till we got to the cafeteria.

Shots were fired, bodies kept crumpling to the floor, and not a single fuck was given throughout this endeavor. We entered the lobby and we finished clearing it out when the fucking SWAT team came through the front door. We shot them until we had no more clips left, and almost all of the guys were down for the count.

We gathered in the central atrium. I knew we wouldn't have enough time before they sent in the second wave, so we talked as fast as we could.

"Okay, so they're gonna come back with a second wave of those guys. Anyone got a car?", I asked the goup.

"My Reaper's parked out back. We can escape faster that way", Lee suggested.

"Wait a sec. Don't those go up to at 60 miles an hour? We'll never outrun them at that speed," Sam chimed in.

"What about the Bootlegger?," I suggested.

"Benny, the Bootlegger's outside the front of the courtroom and there's probably about a 1000 of those guys," Sam pointed out.

We all looked towards Gat, wanting to know his thoughts on the matter.

"What do you wanna do, Gat?", Sam asked him.

"We'll split up. Sam, you and Lee go out the back. Me and Benny, we'll go through the front. We'll meet up at my place," Gat suggested. Knowing this was probably the only plan where none of us died, we nodded.

Sam and Lee headed for the back, while Gat whipped out the shotgun he looted off Judge Melmack and kicked down the courthouse door. The SWAT guys began firing at us, and Gat was shrugging off the bullets like a fucking Terminator.

I followed behind and shot at some more officers who were following us. The pattern kept going until we got to the Bootlegger. We rode off and we were chased by SWAT vans and the whole fucking precinct.

"How are we gonna shake these guys?!" I called to Gat, looking for an answer as he drove and I continued firing.

He drove around and pulled up to a small drive-through of this automatic confessional called "Forgive and Forget." He inserted a $50 bill into the machine and pressed a button that said "Tier 5: Murdering."

I saw the police and SWAT vans drive by us as if nothing had happened. I looked at Gat and felt dumbstruck.

"HOW THE UTTER FUCK DID GOING HERE MAKE THOSE GUYS FORGET US?!" I screamed.

Gat remained calm and he took one of the pamphlets and gave it to me. I read it closely:

FORGIVE AND FORGET AUTOMATIC CONFESSIONS!

REPENT FOR YOUR SINS FOR JUST $50!

SELECT FROM ANY OF OUR TIERS:

1. JAYWALKING

2. STEALING

3. ROBBING

4. SHOOTING

5. FRAUD

6. ARSON

7. MURDERING

I crumpled up the pamphlet and through it out the window, refusing to believe the probability of automatic confessions being able to wipe away a criminal record. We drove off and we arrived back at Gat's place. As we were waiting for Sam and Lee to show up, we started talking.

"Thanks for bustin' me out, kid. Eesh would've killed me if I got executed," Gat said with a smile. I was confused about who he was talking about.

"Who's Eesh?", I asked.

"Aisha. I call her 'Eesh' for short. It got a little tricky what with me on death row and her being on the DL after faking her own death but, you know, we found a way to make it work," he answered. While that cleared up one thing, it didn't clear up the other questions I had for him.

"How long were you in jail for anyways?", I inquired.

"Two years and 31 days," he answered rather quickly.

"Not like you were counting...", I snarkily responded.

"What, you think you could've served longer than me?", Gat quipped. I turned and looked at him angrily.

"I almost did. I got caught selling crack to the Vice Principal and got expelled. To add insult to injury, I got sentenced to juvie for 5 years and I had to miss my prom," I replied. Gat was taken aback.

"Geez," Gat simply responded.

Eventually, Sam showed up in Lee's Reaper, but with a surprising lack of Lee.

"Sam, where's Lee?" I asked concerningly. Sam got out of the car and began walking up to me.

"I killed him and ate his liver," he replied casually.

I was dumbfounded before Sam smiled and chuckled.

"Got you, didn't I, Ben? No; he actually asked me to take him back to his office, but he did say I could have his car," he smirked. I punched him in the arm.

"Well, since Lee won't be catching up anytime soon, let's head on inside," suggested Gat.

Gat had a nice place for someone of his notoriety. It was a two-story house with a walk-in kitchen, dining room, living room, two bathrooms, three bedrooms and a nice backdoor patio.

"Well, come on in. You guys want anything?", asked Gat.

"I'll take a Mountain Air, please," requested Sam.

"I'll just have some tap water," I added as I sat down on the sofa.

"Johnny, who's that downstairs?", called a voice from upstairs.

"Come to the living room and see," answered Gat as he came out of the kitchen with a can of Mountain Air and a glass of tap water in one hand, and a bottle of Malt Liquor in the other. He set down our drinks and slammed his hand on the lid of the bottle and opened it.

"Johnny, I don't care if you just got back from the court, you do not mess with my furni-"

We turned and saw her. Aisha was decked out in a tan business suit and had cut her hair. She definitely was a lot different than from her short-lived rap career about 2 years ago. She was surprised to see us.

"Johnny, who are these kids?", she asked worriedly.

"Eesh, this is Benny and Sam," replied Gat as he downed his bottle.

She walked over to us. We got up and she extended her hand for a shake. While Sam shook hands, I fist bumped her. I was never one for handshakes.

"Pleasure to meet you two," she said kindly.

"Can we get back to business, please?", requested Gat. We sat back down on the sofa as Aisha joined us.

"What's the rush?", asked Aisha.

"I've been cooped up on death row, and Ben here's been laid out in juvie," replied Gat.

"Speaking of death row", said Sam, "you owe us for helping you escape the death penalty, Gat."

"Oh, yeah? How so?", answered Gat.

I got up and set my tap water on the coffee table. I looked at Gat and said my words clearly as possible:

"I want to rebuild the Third Street Saints; prove that you still have what it takes to show Stilwater who owns these streets."

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- RhapsodyBlueVA