Okay, for those of you who don't know about Blue Hell, check out some of the areas described in my fanfic, you should be able to find it.

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He sped across Shoreside in a battered stolen taxi. The police were hot on his heels and it looked like they were about to catch him. He swerved right and drove the taxi off the road and through a small grassy area dotted with trees. There was a small dip in the ground and the taxi bounced a little before he landed on the road outside Shoreside Airport. Casually knocking down a prostitute, spreading the contents of her skull all over the pavement then he stopped the taxi and got out, that car wouldn't hold up much longer and he didn't want to risk getting caught in an explosion.

A bullet clipped his ear; a policeman was running up the road towards him, firing his pistol as he ran. He sprinted away from the cop; his eyes focused on two large billboards in front of him. The same billboards that he had found the last hidden package behind. He ran behind the signs, there was a small gap where the two boards met.

He held his breath and then tried to squeeze into the gap. There was a feeling of pressure, then a ripping sensation.

Suddenly he was falling. Falling away from the ground above him. Falling into the deep blue void below.

Blue Hell

To the casual observer Liberty City looked quite normal. Its crime rates might be a bit high and it had its fair share of Spanked up lunatics but it still looked like your normal, everyday city. One person knew different. The toughest criminal in Liberty City had found them; the areas where the boundaries of time and space were paper thin allowing him to pass through into Blue Hell, the underworld of Liberty.

Further he fell into Blue Hell; he prepared himself for the impact. There was another ripping sensation then he hit the ground with a thud. He looked up and saw the bright strip-lights on the subway ceiling. It had worked! Falling into Blue Hell is risky business because you never know where you are going to land. At this particular portal he would usually land on the pavement in front of the billboards. This time he had luckily ended up in the subway station. He stood up and dusted himself off then jumped on the subway train and rode it to freedom.

Meanwhile, on the surface, a nervous cop pointed his gun at the two billboards.

"Okay, come on out!" He shouted before radioing for backup.

'This is it!' thought the cop. 'I've got him trapped behind there, this is going to earn me my promotion!'