Five police cars in a row created a roadblock across the middle of the Portland/Staunton suspension bridge.

A single Stinger sat motionless at a distance in front of them. Its driver was stood outside the car; his arms were raised above his head. Orders were being screamed at him over a loudspeaker from one of the police cars.

Up above a helicopter hovered, inside a young rookie cop manning the gun squinted down at the action.

"Can you fly this thing any lower? What the hell is he doing down there?"

There was an almighty bang and the helicopter shuddered as one of the cop cars exploded into a ball of fire. It wasn't long before the two cars beside it burst into flames. A chain reaction turned the entire roadblock into a mass of flaming black twisted metal.

The rookie grabbed a pair of binoculars and looked down at the scene of destruction. The Stinger driver was now stood there holding a smoking bazooka. He turned the nose of the bazooka and aimed it upwards.

"Oh SHI."

Those were the rookie's last words before a rocket hit the helicopter. Rotorless and burning it span wildly in the air.

A Stinger, driving 100mph, breezed over the bridge and onto Staunton Island backlit by the scene of a police helicopter crashing into the bridges support lines.

He grinned to himself, he knew he was in big trouble but it was worth it. THAT was friggin' awesome!

FLASH

Like a firework, something flashed in his mind. The image of that blue eternity enveloped his thoughts. Shaking like a junkie without his hit, he tried to keep control of the car. He had had this feeling before but this time it was stronger. Blue Hell was calling him back again. It was as if the more he used Blue Hell, the more he wanted to go back again.

He shook his head and gained his composure just in time to swerve out the way of a Blista pulling out in front of him.

It was time to find somewhere to lay low; it wouldn't be long before the police sent out a SWAT team or maybe even the FBI. He cut across the park, churning up the grass and sending pedestrians running for cover. He turned right and headed down the street towards the stadium. The car slowed to a leisurely speed, he needed to think quickly, he couldn't go to his usual hideout, the police were probably already waiting there. He needed a place to hide for a couple of days but the Liberty City police were wise to his usual hiding places.

The stadium came into view but something was wrong. Usually this road was busy at this time of day, but right now it was empty, not a single pedestrian or car on the street. Everything seemed all too quiet. He slowed the car down to a crawl and kept his eyes wide open. What was going on?

A quiet rumbling in the distance, too low for him to notice suddenly got louder. From the right, a tank drove into view and stopped, parked across the road in front of him completely blocking the street. Slowly the turret on the top turned to face his car.

Her hit reverse and drove backwards up the street as fast as he could before doing a 180 spin and heading back the way he had came.

The army had expected him to do that, and had already manoeuvred another tank unto position at the other end of the street. They had him trapped like a mouse between two cats. or so they thought.

He took a sharp right and speeded up a narrow alleyway, the boxes stacked at one end shattered into a billow of splinters as he hit them. The alleyway led out onto the street in front of the construction yard, a police car was already waiting for him but after escaping two army tanks, a police car was no problem.

He drove past a multi-storey carpark and turned right towards Azuka's place. If he wanted to stay alive he would have to get off the streets and his best option was to get out on the water.

With two cop cars tailing him and a tank probably not far behind, he didn't have a plan. He just knew that he had to get hold of a boat. He would worry about the details later.